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Fuegoleon, the captain of the great squad of 'Crimson Lions' was walking around the large yard of the squad's base.
After finishing his routines of meeting up with other squads captains, patrolling around, and making sure that every squad member has done their duties and looking into their training progress.
He finally was preparing to take a long bath to relax his body and mind.
He looked up to the horizon, to see the last orange glow of the sun before fading away in the dark sky, there beyond the trees.
His composed walk has stiffened for a second when he heard distant blows in the base.
His eyes widned thinking at first that's an ambush, he turned around quickly and headed toward the sound's source.
He raced there all the way, finding it weird that he didn't bump in any other member who went to see what's happening too.
No his young energetic brother Leopold, who would run first to prove himself to him, nor his sister Mereoleona, who would be so angry for the noise right now so she just goes and beat up whoever is trying to bother them, not even Y/n that arrogant brat who ignores everyone and do what she wants and can't seem to say a sentence without stumbling on her words.
He ran there fast, his footsteps echoing in the empty backyard.
The noise is getting louder.
But it's weird, there's no shouts, no screams, not even whispers.
He finally was there, just rounded the corner, just to see the (H/L) of familiar (H/C) standing there.
She was panting, looking at her twitching hands, her fancy grimoire floating around beside her.
The warm gusts of wind pushing her hair and squad unifor coat back, revealing her uniform.
Which was a long white wide leg pant paired with a tight white shirt. On top of them a purple corset that matched the cardigan of Meroeoleona, around her lower waist she wrapped a pink cloth.
Looking behind her, there was small croissant shaped burned stamps on the farthest target board.
"Y/n? What's happening here?" He asked in his authoritative tone.
