Down Her Throat

After visiting the Sword Queen, Raphael attended the rest of the school day. He wished for an opportunity to visit the two queens and tell them of his success with Cecilia, but he would have to wait for tomorrow.

For now, he wished to test out his new abilities.

The moon was high as he stood in the Rose school training fields. There was nobody there, as all the students had retired to their dorms.

Raphael stood there in his black training outfit. He did not need a training sword in hand, as the blades he planned to use came from a different world.

Rachael, Naomi. Lend me your strength.

As he thought the words, the familiar black and white flaming swords materialised in his hands. For some reason, they felt more powerful.

Afterwards, he went through simple sword forms to warm up his body. The flames danced in the air with every swing, casting their glow over the field.