The festival came to an end, and with it, the atmosphere of fun and carefree joy, for the next day, the military academy of Reim was filled with hustle and bustle.
Euriala Grace's eyes darted frantically between the interior of the room and the appearance of the students. Was everything in order? No, was everything perfect?
"Eli! What do you think you're doing!" Noticing something amiss, the teacher immediately rushed to the student and fastened the top button of her jacket. "I don't want to see this again, especially not today!" Euriala tapped Eli on the hands with a pointer. "Understood?"
"Ouch!" Eli reflexively rubbed the spot where she was hit, and a silly smile appeared on her face. "Understood!"
"Moriner!" This time, she approached the most successful student in her class and gave him a sharp tap on the shoulder with the same pointer. "What's with that bored expression? Latro, this applies to you too!" Now it was the technician's turn. "Berwang, stand still!"
This absurd scene was the result of unexpected news about the Empress's intention to visit the academy that day. In the past, students at this academy had to take an oath upon completion of their training (that is, after three years of study), and only if they wished to continue their careers in the empire's armed forces. Today, however, it became known that changes had been made to this system, and the oath was to be taken today. Since the oath was not just a ceremonial rite, but also imposed legal responsibility, many of the students found themselves in a rather tense state, not to mention that some had to memorize the words of the oath in a sweat, because making mistakes would not only be a great shame, but could also have certain consequences. In addition, there was another factor that made the students of Class III feel depressed.
"Parfinora, dear, I don't think I need to remind you that this is your duty, right?" It was recently announced that Shiris Reimford had applied to leave the academy. This meant that there were too few students left in Class IV, and Class III, as the largest, had to transfer one of its students to the neighboring class. It was decided that the choice would be made by a representative of the class.
Now they stood in the same hall where, six months ago, they were greeted by Emperor Yujian Reim. Much had changed in that time, and today they were waiting not for Yujian, but for his sister, Empress Rinze Reim. She arrived accompanied by Engressa Roselite and Amsheim Northaft. Next to Maya's sister and Colonel Roselite, her graceful figure, only 162 centimeters tall, seemed very fragile and defenseless, but despite this, the Empress's movements were full of grace, and she retained an aura of impressiveness. She wore a light, open outfit, a short skirt, and high-heeled boots. Despite this attire, however, the Empress somehow managed to stand and move in such a way that her lower body was protected from prying eyes. Her chest was adorned with the "Pleiades," and the "Priscilla" rested in a scabbard on her belt. As for the other artifacts of the imperial family, the "Procyon" was in the hands of Amsheim Northaft. Seeing such an artifact in the hands of an ordinary person was an unusual sight, but hardly surprising: the children of Kamia Ren were not known for their combat skills, and as far as was known, Rinze Reim was not familiar with military craft at all. Moreover, she probably just didn't want to burden herself with extra weight. The "Foliola," on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps it would be imprudent not to use it, but it would be difficult to imagine the Empress in armor – it would not suit her image at all.
In her brief address to the students, she spoke of dignity, courage, honor, compassion, honesty, duty, and many other things that were already familiar to the academy's warriors. Some might have found her speech trivial, but it was well-written and impeccably delivered. Tears streamed down Euriala's cheeks, and she clapped her hands enthusiastically, as if she had come to a concert of her favorite performer.
Finally, it was time to take the oath. There was little time for each student, so it was not long before it was Class III's turn.
The Oath
I, [name], swear that in life and in death I will be eternally loyal to the Empress and her land, I will defend the interests of the Reim Empire and will not disgrace her name. Enemies may destroy my body, but they will never conquer my will. The Empire is above all, long live Her Majesty Rinze Reim!