¦¦Specter¦¦(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 5

TWs: None aside from of course, mentions of death and possible signs of depression!
OC is here for plot sakes (and I love him v much/lh)

-Cinna

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It had been around two months since the initial passing of Financier, the Republic reacted harshly to it and were currently getting more soldiers and training their forces. Whatever they had in mind was locked behind closed doors yet, it wasn’t difficult to tell that an attack was brewing. During this time, a new Consul had been chosen as well. Things seemed to move on quite quickly, despite the tension which increased every day. The tension would only increase as the new Consul was appointed, rumours rushing around as to why Clotted was no longer Consul, but no one ever got any answers aside from rumours.

The elders had meetings more often, they always seemed to be discussing something. They seemed far more secretive than the republic had ever seen them, in a way it was comforting, but similarly it was very off putting to see them like this. Elder Custard had also seemed to move on quite quickly from his son’s absence, although one day he appeared at a meeting with a bruised eye and a scar across his nose. No one knows how he got it and he wouldn’t tell anyone either.

Financier’s funeral was what was expected, a bunch of people who didn’t really care and wanted to look good. And the few who actually wanted to respect Financier, rumour has it that Pure Vanilla attempted to come to the funeral to pay respects yet was turned away. No one could actually speak for this, and it was merely word of mouth that spread the idea around. Clotted had attended it, and had stayed behind, accompanied by Madeleine of course. Although they both had agreed they felt as they were being watched the entire time, but never discussed it after that day.

Madeleine had decided he would change his armour, no longer to be the bright colours he used to wear, yet darker ones. His armour was black, and he had commissioned someone to get his sword and shield the same. He wanted to pay respects for his fellow paladin, but not only that. His friend, his sister. Their dynamic growing up always had been rather.. strange, but no matter what they had always known the other would be there for them. That’s what made it so special. He had grown far closer to Clotted too, practically becoming his bodyguard at this rate. Where Clotted Cream went, it wasn’t unusual to find Madeleine trailing behind. He had grown rather.. humble, not wanting to move the attention off Financier and everything she had accomplished in her life.

Clotted Cream had stuck true to his promise and decided to live out his sister's legacy. He was a teacher at the Paladin academy, the range of ages differed but they were usually between 13 and 18, so despite being young himself, he was technically older nonetheless. He enjoyed his job, teaching all year groups. Lessons would differ from training to actual school lessons, as in most cases, the younger paladins would want to test the waters. Merely to see if this was the right path for them, the republic could afford to fund normal education in the academy alongside paladin training; fortunately. After a lot of begging to Vanilla Sugar, Madeleine was giving permission to be a part of classes as well. Under the guise that he would be a “teacher's assistant”, if teachers assistants just sat there and smiled at everyone, he would have the number one award for it for sure.

A gentle sigh blew through the air, the feeling of being watched couldn’t be brushed aside. If anything the feeling increased as a gentle, yet rather distant voice, spoke quietly.
“I am.. so proud of you.. I wish you all luck.. for the future.. I’m not sure why I bother speaking but.. I miss you guys too.”
The voice slowly faded away, whether anyone would’ve heard is another story. Who was that? Who was it addressed to? Alas, the voice was long gone, and so was the owner.

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Clotted yawned as he woke up to the sound of an alarm blasting beside him, stretching his arms before turning the alarm off. He didn’t really need the alarm but it was more so a precaution just in case he wasn’t able to wake up in time. He quickly pushed himself up, he had around an hour to get ready and get out of here. Fortunately it had become routine in this household, he had fit in rather easily after the first couple of uncomfortable weeks. He didn’t feel on edge like he used to, thanks to the help of Madeleine of course.