Saito looked at the Gandalfr runes glowing faintly on the back of his hand. He wasn't a legendary hero back in Tokyo; he was just a guy who liked engines and lived for the weekend. But here, he was the shield.
Saito set down the sword-cleaning rag and walked over. "Thinking about back home?" Zero no Tsukaima: Futatsuki no Kishi
In the halls of the Tristain Academy of Magic, the air was thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint, crackling energy of failed transformation spells. For Saito Hiraga, it was just another Tuesday of being Louise’s "familiar"—which mostly meant being her personal chef, laundry service, and occasional punching bag. Saito looked at the Gandalfr runes glowing faintly
The war with Albion was no longer a distant rumor. The "Knight of the Twin Moons" era had begun, and the weight of being a Void Mage was starting to crush her. Saito set down the sword-cleaning rag and walked over
"No," Louise lied, her voice small. "I’m thinking about the Queen. About the war. About how I’m supposed to protect everyone when half my spells still end in an explosion."
But she didn't pull away. In the quiet of the academy, as the twin moons climbed higher, the legendary familiar and the "Zero" mage found a brief moment of peace. They knew the battles ahead would be harder than anything they’d faced, but as long as the sword stayed sharp and the mage stayed brave, Tristain still had a chance.
Louise looked at him, her large eyes softening. "You always say the strangest things."