Chapter 7: Result
Two days.
That’s how long Emma had been following him through the forest, and sowhere in between the goblin fights and the arguing and the fish she’d cooked while complaining about it, it had stopped feeling strange. It had just beco the rhythm of things. Lucas moves forward, sothing shows up, Lucas handles it — sotis clean, sotis barely and Emma watches from a few steps back with an expression that never quite decides whether it’s impressed or annoyed.
They didn’t talk much while they walked. They didn’t need to.
The forest changed gradually around them as the second day wound down. The trees spread further apart. The shadows thinned. The air lost that heavy, watching quality that deep forest always has and replaced it with sothing softer, like the world exhaling. Lucas noticed it before Emma said anything — the shift in the light, the sound of water sowhere ahead.
"Hey—" Emma stopped. "Look."
They stepped out of the treeline into a clearing and both of them went quiet for a second.
It was small and open, grass actually green instead of the matted brown stuff deeper in, swaying in a breeze that felt clean after days of fighting. A lake sat at the center of it, still and flat, the evening sky reflected so perfectly in its surface that it looked like there were two skies — one above and one below. The sound of water at the edges, leaves overhead, nothing else.
Lucas scanned it out of habit. No movent. No mana signatures through the perception skill. Just the clearing, the lake, the quiet.
"Not bad," he said.
Emma walked forward slowly, eyes moving across the water. "It’s beautiful," she said, more to herself than to him.
She wasn’t wrong.
They made camp at the edge of the lake. A small fire between them, the last of the forest at their backs, the water ahead catching the firelight and throwing it back in broken pieces. Lucas stretched his arms above his head and listened to his back crack in three places.
"Last day tomorrow," he said.
"Finally," Emma muttered.
Lucas sat forward suddenly. "Oh! right. I forgot."
Emma turned. "What—" She froze.
He was already pulling his shirt up.
"H-HEY—" Her face went imdiately red, arms crossing over her chest, eyes squeezing shut. "What are you—why are you—I’m not ready for—I’m not doing that, we are not—"
"Doing what?" Lucas said flatly.
"I an I—" She stopped. Cracked one eye open.
Lucas was knee deep in the lake with his sleeves rolled up, completely focused on the water in front of him, absolutely not paying attention to her at all. He lunged forward suddenly and ca up with a fish in each hand, grinning to himself. "Five already. Nice."
Emma stood at the edge of the lake with her arms still crossed over her chest.
She slowly uncrossed them.
’...He ant fishing,’ she thought. She looked away. Her face was still red. ’Obviously he ant fishing. I was — obviously that’s what he ant.’
She sat down by the fire and did not say anything about it.
***
Lucas ca back and dumped the fish on the ground next to her. "Cook," he said, already sitting down.
Emma twitched. "You couldn’t say please?"
"You’re my servant."
"I will remind you," Emma said, picking up the nearest fish with more force than necessary, "that I agreed to that under duress."
"Still counts."
She cooked. He sat back and watched the fire. Neither of them talked for a while, and it was the comfortable kind of quiet, not the awkward kind, which was strange given that forty eight hours ago she had publicly told him to quit before he embarrassed himself.
They ate by the fire. The fish was actually good — she was better at this than he expected and he wasn’t going to tell her that.
He was finishing the last of his share, half watching the flas, when sothing ca back to him.
"There was another guy with you," he said. "Before the exam. Where is he?"
Emma didn’t answer imdiately.
"The one who pushed ," Lucas added, not letting it go.
She poked at the fire with a stick. "...He left."
"Left."
"When the Root Titan found us." She kept her eyes on the flas. "He ran. Didn’t look back."
Lucas stared at her.
Then he started laughing.
"Don’t—" Emma pointed at him. "Don’t laugh—"
"He left you?" The laugh wasn’t an exactly, more like the kind that cos out when sothing is just too perfectly ironic to hold in. "All that- everything the two of you said to
— and then the first real problem shows up and he just—"
"Stop it!" Emma snapped. Her ears were red.
Lucas got it together, mostly. "Sorry," he said, not entirely convincingly. "That’s just..." He shook his head. "Yeah. It serves you right."
Emma pressed her lips together and said nothing, which was basically an admission.
Lucas pushed himself to his feet, brushing grass off his clothes. "I’m sleeping. Tomorrow’s the last day." He gathered so leaves into a rough pile a few feet from the fire, lay down, and closed his eyes.
"Sotis," Emma said behind him, "you’re worse than I am. The way you talk, the way you act — it’s like you actually enjoy being—"
She stopped.
Lucas was already asleep.
She sat there for a mont with the unfinished sentence still in her mouth.
"...He slept already?"
She finished eating alone. The fire crackled. The lake reflected the stars. She sat with her knees pulled up and let the quiet settle around her.
Her eyes drifted to him.
’The way he acts,’ she thought. ’Like he wants to make people feel what they made him feel. But he doesn’t. Not actually.’ She watched the steady rise and fall of his breathing. ’I said awful things to him in front of everyone. And he pulled
out of those vines anyway. Let
stay. Feeds . Calls
his servant and then never actually treats
like one.’
She didn’t fully understand him. She wasn’t sure she was supposed to.
Slowly she stood up and walked toward him. Crouched down. Raised her hand- not quite touching, hovering an inch from his face, close enough to feel the warmth.
Her hand trembled slightly.
’Soone like ,’ she thought, ’staying with soone like him.’
She pulled her hand back.
’No.’ She stood up straight. ’That would be a bad idea.’ She looked at him one more ti — the white hair catching the firelight, that expression he only had when he was asleep, like nothing in the world was heavy anymore.
’He’s too good,’ she thought quietly. ’For soone like .’
She turned away and didn’t look back.
*It was nice knowing you, Lucas. But it would be better if we never et again.*
***
The first light ca through the trees thin and pale.
Lucas opened his eyes slowly, stared at the canopy for a second, and yawned so hard his jaw cracked. He lay there for a mont doing nothing. Then he pushed himself up.
Sothing on the ground next to him. A small folded piece of paper, sitting neatly on the grass like it had been placed carefully so he’d find it.
He picked it up.
"Lucas, the exam period ends at dawn. I’ve headed back to the academy grounds. You should hurry.
— Emma"
He clicked his tongue, stood up in one motion, and imdiately splashed lake water on his face with both hands. "I actually forgot," he muttered, shaking his head. He grabbed his bag, and started running.
***
The academy grounds were different.
That was the first thing he noticed when he pushed through the gates, the sa open space, the sa stone paths and towers, but the atmosphere had changed completely. The crowd was smaller. Way smaller. He hadn’t thought about it during the exam but seeing it now was sothing else, all those faces from before the gates opened, all that energy and noise and ambition, and now maybe half of them were standing here. The rest hadn’t made it.
Lucas slipped into the back of the crowd quietly.
Nobody paid him particular attention. Everyone was waiting for the sa thing, the anticipation sitting over the whole group like weather.
Then Beatrice stepped onto the platform.
The murmuring cut out before she even raised her hand.
"Congratulations," she said, "to every cadet who has successfully survived the entrance examination." She let that land for a mont. "You have each earned a place in this academy."
The noise that went up was imdiate and genuine- shouting, relief, a few people grabbing each other. Lucas stood in the back and didn’t make a sound. He just breathed.
Beatrice raised one hand and the crowd settled.
"Rankings will now be announced based on your performance during the examination. These rankings will determine your placent, Elite Class or Normal Class."
A large magical screen flickered into existence above the platform, glowing softly in the morning light. Nas beginning to form on its surface. Everyone leaning forward slightly without realizing they were doing it.
"First rank," Beatrice said.
A pause.
"Sylvia Silvercrest."
The murmurs went through the crowd like a wave.
’Of course.’
’Had to be her.’
’Did anyone actually think it would be soone else?’
Lucas watched her from where he stood. She received the announcent the sa way she’d walked into the courtyard on day one, like it was simply the correct outco, not sothing that required a reaction. He almost smiled.
’Yeah,’ he thought. ’I figured.’
"Second rank — Nova Frostvale."
Nova’s grin spread wide and easy, the grin of soone who is genuinely happy without needing anyone to see it. He looked around and made eye contact with a few cadets nearby and gave them that sa effortless wave from the courtyard. So people laughed. It was hard not to like him.
"Third rank — Celia Windre."
Celia pressed her lips together briefly, then laughed at herself, small and quiet. "First or second would have been nice," she murmured. No bitterness. Just honesty.
The crowd was getting louder again.
’Those three are sothing else.’
’I’d give anything to be in their class.’
’The three houses ca through like everyone said.’
Beatrice waited a beat.
"Fourth rank—"
The screen flickered.
The na appeared.
The crowd went silent in the specific way that only happens when sothing genuinely unexpected lands in front of a group of people all at once, not the silence of boredom or patience but the silence of a hundred people needing a second to process the sa thing.
"Lucas Ironhart."
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