ParadoxProphet

Hubert sits in the carriage, taking in deep breaths as the reality of the situation he’s found himself in finally hits him. The silence feels deafening, something that was usually welcoming now feeling like it would strangle him. He had no fear, no, that’d be ridiculous for someone like himself, but the weight of the situation was looming over him. He thought back to what had led him to this point, the desperation that caused him to take this job. The Insurrection… The event that removed the former emperor of his power. It had been very successful, and while the life of a noble hadn’t been one that he’d particularly enjoyed before, it was still better than the squalor he now lived in. He’d defied his father, demanded that Edelgard be brought back. That had been a mistake, as he’d been thrown out of House Vestra, disowned and good as dead to the Adrestian nobility. The only solace he had was finding Lady Edelgard, a shell of her former self and a victim of experimentation, but alive.

Katrina let out a sigh of relief as she stepped out into the fresh air of the monastery grounds. The ball was fun and getting to dance was a great time, but she needed a moment of quiet. She wasn’t used to dealing with huge events like this, and she felt drained being around so many people. No one would mind if she stepped out for a while. The night air felt cool and refreshing as she walked around the empty grounds, lost in her thoughts. They eventually went to a legend she’d heard other students talking about. “On the last night of the Ethereal Moon, the same night as the ball, if a man and a woman go to the Goddess Tower and make a wish, it’s sure to come true…” she muttered to herself, recalling the rumor. The idea had crossed her mind more than once, but ultimately she didn’t ask the one she’d want to meet there. He’d think it was silly anyway. Still though, perhaps it was worth going there? Without thinking much more about it, she made her way over. No one was there, luckily she

Miyako Morino looked down at the letter in her hands, her eyebrow raised in confusion. She'd read it over and over again, but it still hadn't made any sense. She read the words again, going over them slowly to make sure she truly had read this right. "We have recently held a lottery to select one ordinary high school student in the country to attend our school. As a result, you have been selected, and you are invited to attend with the title 'Super High School Level Good Luck'." No, she'd read it correctly just like she had the first four times. This was a legitimate letter from Hope's Peak Academy, telling her that she'd been chosen out of all the other regular high school students in Japan, and she was Super High School Level Good Luck because of it. But that couldn't be right. She wasn't particularly lucky or unlucky. She was just a girl trying to deal with life and liked making Rube Goldberg machines. Hope's Peak Academy was something she'd never even thought of being an option