Tristain Academy of Magic had remained sadly peaceful. Classes were consecutively held, students were living their daily lives with lessons of magic and magic only. The land of Tristain, who was once a laying ground of villains of monstrous proportions, magicians seeking for power, familiars loyally serving their masters had come to the point where even a rotten mouse would not show up. No sudden explosions, no instant breaking of buildings, no stray magic, no fights and no sign of a pink-haired troublemaker.

Healthy trees grew rapidly at this certain time, with leaves not covered with magic powders or burned spots, neither cut parts; it gathered and filled the whole village, no magic fires and forest fires burnt them down. The wild flowing river was cool and pure, flowing with its grace and providing clean water for everyone's benefits, it was crystal clear, not filled with poisonous magic potions that have once swallowed the depths of the river. The skies were evidently blue, with no traces of silver and gray smokes coming from blasts of magic wands. The grounds were sturdy and stiff, with no rock golems coming out from under without warning. The village newspaper was filled with wonderful news about the success of different kinds of people, no horrifying news about assassins roaming around.

Aristocrats were happy being with their familiars, and familiars were glad to help their masters in anyways. Except for one…

"Have you found her? It's already midnight!"

A flame-haired nice-bodied woman asked looking worried and hopeless, beside her was a small-figured girl, holding a staff, and was covering her face with a witch's hat, reading a book.

A boy went inside, carrying the wind glancing on his hair, closing the door and hiding the darkness of the midnight, a seemingly old-styled sword behind his back, he was bowing down as he got inside, and eventually fell on his knees. When the girl saw him, she hurriedly jumped to him, and held his forehead, hot as the flame she wields. She recognized the bruise marks and wounds on his arms, some portions of his pants were ripped.

"Saito! What happened? Tell me!" she insisted. He partially opened his eyes, having blurry vision of the situation, he struggled to stand up, but struggling just makes his pain worse. She gestured him to stop moving and close his eyes, with nothing in his mind, he closed his eyes to sleep.

It was already late in the morning when he woke up, panting hard. When he tried to stand, there was a sharp pain on his back and that made him fall back to bed again. Trying hard to open his eyes as the bright light opposes his beckon.

"Don't move . . ." a girl beside him whispered. When he looked to the side, he saw a blue-haired girl.

"Tabitha . . . Why are you here?" he asked forceless.

"Saito . . . You came back home late last night . . ."

With her words, he remembered his adventures last night, remembering it made him furious and depressed. Faint tears unconsciously dripped down his cheeks, he was trying to hide it but Tabitha is smart enough to know.

"I . . . couldn't find her . . ." he softly groaned.

"You didn't . . . you could always"

Kirche came inside, shutting the door softly, the light reflected on her flame hair as she looked at Saito fiercely.

"You idiot! *cry* Why go off your limits?" she cried and hugged him.

"Kirche-san, I-I" he stammered, still having his attention to her breasts.

There was a knock at the door. The three of them looked at each other. Kirche stood up and opened the door.

"I heard Saito was back, and I heard right" Osmond said, with his hands placed formally at his back. He walked slowly inside, with the unusual serious expression on his face (refer to his usual behavior). "So how was your journey?"

They all turned to Saito, eager for an answer.

He remained silent, but with the livid picture on his face, he carelessly clenched his fist which had been injured by muscle cramps probably because of over using it.

"It's okay if you don't want to answer," Osmond said.

"Let's leave Saito to rest fir-"

"I don't know," Saito interrupted Kirche.

"You don't know what?" Osmond asked.

Saito clenched his fist even tighter, and gritted his teeth. "I don't know where else to find her," he moaned.

Kirche's eyes widened with her mouth opening to speak. "What do you mean?" she shouted.

Tabitha stood up, pushing her flowing cape behind, and picked up her wooden staff.

"Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallièreis forever lost to us"