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The afternoon sun casts a blinding light through the windows of my small office. In front of me lies a large stack of papers, the newest addition to what seems like a never-ending mountain of work. As I sigh and prepare to attack the mountain of work in front of me, an odd clanking sound seems to approach the outside of my office, followed by a light knocking.at the large wooden door.

“P-Professor, are you in?”

The voice is a familiar one, soft and proper as it fills my ears. It belongs to one of my newest recruits, a young noble formerly belonging to Claude’s house. Turning my attention from the paperwork, I quickly answer her.

“Yes, Miss von Cordelia? You can come in.”

The door creaks open slightly and the young girl peeks her head inside the door. A pair of pale pink eyes look in my direction as long locks of white hair flow with her movements.

“I...seem to be having a bit of an issue. I couldn’t seem to find Miss Catherine or any of the others, so I thought I’d come to you.”

Curious, I stand up and start to walk towards the door. As I move towards her, her head slowly creeps back behind the door.

“Okay, what is it? You’re acting awfully weird.”

I reach for the door handle as she quickly ducks further behind it.

“No, ah, don’t look!”

Swinging the door open, I see the usually regal Lysithea dressed in a full suit of armor. The thick suit of armor seems to completely consume the bottom half of her body and her seems to only peek out of the top of the armor.

“Miss von Cordelia, this…”

“I, hmm, well, how do I put this? I thought I would just...try out something different from my standard. You know, versatility could be a great asset to our house in the Battle of the Eagle and Lion next month.”

Chuckling to myself at the sight of Lysithea, normally a fierce magic user, clad in a suit of armor something like I would expect Dedue to wear, a question comes to mind.

“That’s great! Learning more about how a different type of soldier fights could be really valuable. So, what seems to be the problem?”

As I question Lysithea, her face begins to glow bright red. Nervously, she starts to shake the armor as much as the heavy iron suit will allow her, pulling at the chestpiece’s collar.

“Well...I...I can’t seem…-urgh-...to get it off.”

Watching the sight unfolding before me, I can’t help but start to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Lysithea’s embarrassed face, still glowing bright red, morphs into a pout as she starts pounding on my chest.

“It-It’s not funny, Professor! Just help!”

I spurt out a few laughs before choking down more and taking a deep breath. Smiling, an idea comes to mind.

“Let’s go find Galatea, I’m sure she would be able to help.”

“Right, of course! Ingrid knows more about this armor stuff than I do.”

Excitedly charging forward, I see Lysithea lose her balance as the mighty suit of armor comes crashing to the ground. Running to make sure she’s alright, I see her right hand wave me off as she slowly tries to push herself up.

“I’m alright, Professor. Surely, I can overcome this...much…”

Her arms push at the ground with as much force as she can manage, but the giant suit of armor doesn’t even seem to budge. Turning her head towards me, she starts to blush once more.

~Fin~