Hearing this, the Servant chuckled, "I see… By the way, I'm Metamorphus. From the Nymph class." He offered a handshake, but the Vampire only nodded at him.
"My name is Sigmund."
"It's nice to meet you," Metamorphus withdrew his hand and just cheered for his Master once again.
Ivory's classmate, Zephie Malvigne, held her weapon tightly. It was previously a wooden staff, but it had beautifully transformed into a wooden flute, so in order to use magic, she had to play it. Like Ivory, she's also one of the very few students who were given a wooden staff as an initial weapon.
"You have such a nice magical weapon. When did it transform?" Ivory told her dark purple haired classmate, who responded with a smile.
"A week after our first year ended," she told her, "I was self-training in the forest, when suddenly, it transformed…"
Ivory took a look at her plain, wooden magical staff, which was still broken into two. "I wonder when I can transform this one…"
