Her Shu brocade battle robe was cut from her own flesh; atop a peach blossom horse, she asked for a long spear.
The woman before them had pale golden wavy hair and wore blue-and-white armor that exposed her shoulders and back, black thigh-high stockings... and a very long skirt. Her golden hair was tied with black ribbons, and she wore white earrings.
Her attire was quite similar to their teacher's, yet the feeling she gave off was entirely different. Their teacher felt like a fallen angel, like the Grim Reaper.
But the woman before them was an upright knight! An invincible general!
Upon her, they could see the true spirit of chivalry, every noble virtue a knight ought to possess.
Just seeing her made them think of... someone standing atop a solitary peak, letting the wind whip her tattered clothes from side to side. She patted the dirt and ash covering her armor, raised her bloodstained face, smiled, and gazed into the distance. Honor, courtesy, humility, steadfastness, loyalty, pride, devotion...
She represented the chivalric spirit in which people believed! She was the sharp sword that defeated all evil, as well as the bearing of a knight!
Looking at the woman before them, they were all curious... Who was she? The only thing they could be certain of was that she must have had a very close relationship with their teacher.
"Hadn't you always wanted to know who the captain of the Blade of Immortality was? And who the person you would truly serve was?"
Seeing the curious gazes of these ten future Blade of Immortality members, Rita did not keep them in suspense and spoke directly.
Durandal had never come here before; today was considered their first meeting. Before this... Rita had mentioned the Blade of Immortality squad she intended