The day was like any other day, extraordinary in no real way, at least it was sunny thought Red as she donned her make-up and clothing.
Her Black mantle shielding her delicate skin from the sun’s harmful rays, absorbing enough of the warmth of the day to keep her relatively warm.
Winding through the forsaken region was a chore, civilians asking her the most mundane of questions, ranging from how her day was progressing to conversational types enquiring as to what she was doing.
Being a magic knight was like being a celebrity in most cases, Red only pandered to a few of them and responded with the usual, “I am in town for work.”
So far the forsaken region was quaint in all regards, peaceful as it were despite the unfolding events of the daemons plaguing various other locations of the kingdom.
Being that she was elven a few civilians were prone to asking her about her delicate features, which she regarded with varying levels of attrition.
Contrite and quietly she would allay their concerns; she was merely a very beautiful young woman, in town to deliver a sword or something.
Before leaving she picked up a bite to eat, a sandwich and some kind of incredibly spicy curry that was chilled when served, both were delicious.
Happily voyaging she regretted not sojourning longer, although her stay was brief she enjoyed it immensely.
Her monotony was brief and the walk was far longer than she had anticipated.
The road leading to the mountains was lush with greenery and the windswept plain was about as scenic as any gallery in the noble region.
A few stray clouds buffeted by the wind were all that she really had her thoughts on how ever.
There were a few mentions that she would be accompanied by a fellow magic knight for this job, it wasn’t anything fancy, just a delivery from point A to point B.
Retrospectively Red identified the sword to be of no real interest to her, her primary concern was getting the tarnished rust on her gloves or clothing.
Giving no real credence to the researchers claims it was the sword of some forgotten king she idly thought about the prospect of toting it around and wondered what people would think of her while she carried it.
Laughing internally at the prospect of being fully equipped; armour and weaponry, she noticed that her attire wasn’t strictly fit for open warfare’s scathing heat.
But then again, wearing a full suit of armour seemed like an overwhelming task as she was lithe and more inclined towards clothing that was aesthetically pleasing
Upon arriving at the dig site the sword was found, she marvelled at the sword that was firmly planted in a stone, before her royal instincts kicked in to brandish it and proclaim she would be the next wizard queen, her sensible nature garnered a more mature way of dealing with the situation.
Introspectively she inspected the sword’s hilt and handle, both were worn and tarnished over time.
What little royalty it may have once held was surrendered to the ages, perhaps; once, it had been bejewelled and resplendent.
Now it was only rusting and precariously left here by the warrior or champion that had once carried it, making a statement just by being as it were.
Red looked around, trying to notice anyone that may see her as she approached the ancient discarded tool of war.
Satisfied that she was alone, Red gripped the handle of the sword before easing it out of its hiding place.
It was light and otherwise unsuitable for combat, she gave it a few practise swings before resigning to leaving it where it was.
She grimaced as she noticed the flakes of rust on her gloves, silently thankful she had worn them.

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Red brushed her hands of the rust flippantly, opting to instead seek instead an alternative means of transportation.
Rather than use her hands, she opted to unpack a rather long and tenuous cloth that she had meant to use as a scarf, should the day have gotten colder Red may have but after storing the sword she had other thoughts.
At least the job’s payment would cover the cost of her ruined scarf, Red mentally ascribed to give the historians a talking to.
Pantomiming both relief and frustration was an opportunity too good to miss as she mimed exhaustion sarcastically, for no one’s real benefit or entertainment other than to amuse herself.
“Sure is hard work carrying this rusted toothpick all by myself.” Mused Red to the general population; that albeit being scarce, she was sure there was at least some omniscient mage somewhere laughing or at least regarding her with contrition.
Opting to do the lifting and the ferrying, she started to return homeward to deliver the sword.
The historians were paying good money for the menial task, and although Red may have had better things to do, it turned out that she didn’t, at least for today.
On the way she ran into a regal woman with blue hair, walking singularly in the same direction that Red had just come from.
This aroused Red’s suspicions as there was little thoroughfares and this made her opt to venture a general query unto the woman.
Who seemed to be a noble or a knight, the regalia and posture gave away much of what Red presumed. “It’s a little far for a lady to walk by herself, are you alright?”
Red spoke with the gentle reassurance that she meant no harm with a hint of mere curiosity, not overall really prepared for an answer, Red diligently waited while carrying the bundled up sword.
Her monochromatic attire a sombre contrast to the brightly dressed woman’s outward appearance, nonchalance painted over Red’s face as she contritely appeared at the very least interested, and slightly concerned.

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Not overly hesitant as she had her hands full, Red handed her the Grimoire she was holding as it was not something she wanted to get rust on.
The book was a sable Grimoire with intrinsic lines across it formulating what looked to be chemical compositions.
Her pages a shade of charcoal, Red couldn’t help but notice the interest the young woman had with her book.
Red nervously regarded the woman with no real thing to judge her on, she was helpful Red supposed.
Introductions were in order and Red extended her free hand, she spoke eloquently, “My name Is Red Fallow, may I ask your name?” Attempting every little bit to be as polite as possible, Red did not know if she was a noble or a commoner and relented to treat her the same way.
Rather than idle gossip, she continued walking hoping that the other woman would conversationally invite herself to walk with,
The journey would be a long one but the museum director couldn’t be too far, it was after all within walking distance.
Red couldn’t fathom how lazy one would need to be to assign such an inane task to the magical knights, but Yul and gold stars were essential and she needed both to afford some lavish gift for herself.
Not quite erring on the fact but holding to a meek sense of providence, it was not unbecoming for her to be pensive and silent or Red believed.
It was after all a long day and she had few things better to do than deliver the sword and its antiquity to the necessary preservers.

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Red’s ears perked up at the insinuative, such an analytically precise assessment of her magical prowess, simply by holding her book?
She had never heard of this being done, the ice magic was sufficiently chilling and refreshed her on such a warm day.
The second display of magic was her own shield spell, a five of hearts emblazoned the side of the card and everything.
It was aesthetically appeasing and the explanation set her nerves at ease.
“Imitation… how odd?”
Red opened her own Grimoire and studied the pages, casting both Carbon Magic: C1 and Card Magic: Five Of Hearts.
The card sprang up at a metre tall and charcoal like lines etched over her arms, bolstering her strength and defence respectively.
It wasn’t upsetting but it was surprising, Red ventured a query but fell short and stuttered a little when she spoke, ”Well, we better get this sword to where it needs to be.”
Red motioned for her Grimoire and with it returned to her possession she departed, with Gisela and the sword.
By the time they had repositioned the sword from its resting place, the researchers were relieved to see that it was more or less in one piece.
Shattering the stigma of the Black Bull’s haphazard side, they paid reasonably well and it was nice to have her own Yul to dispose of as she saw fit.
Red bid farewell to Gisela, as she left her thoughts strayed on the imitation magic and it gave her a good minute and a half before her thoughts were on other things.
“Good bye Lady Blueman, I hope your endeavours are successful, it was nice to meet you.”

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