From the Lady Fairfield

Gold white luminescence glowed in the aftermath of Ravenna's big reveal, and for fifteen minutes straight in the canteen hall, the space was lit in saintly halo, pulsing out the glass windows; ebbing with saintly energy like a lamp in a dark room.

Residue of celestial mana spilt out to the plastic doors in front and the chefs nook to the side. As the boys were walking back the girls to their own various dorm rooms, Ravenna sidled in next to Rafel and said, "Just so you know, I don't need protection. But I welcome your chivalry."

"It ain't chivalry. It's an oath. A demon's oath." He replied. There wasn't the trace of a smile on his face.

The group fell silent for a beat then, wandering the long, quiet, stone archways of the academy. The other pupils would soon begin to return from their acolyte sessions. Rosa vanished off at an intersect into the crook of small chapel. Several hands in the circle of faithful were raised to the Martyr. They were murmuring.