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In a grand chamber, filled with various papers, scrolls, and magical tools, a woman sat hunched over a parchment, her eyes scanning the words with an intensity that bespoke of great significance.

Her name was Lucy, a curator at the Grand Magical Jurisdiction, overseeing all magical cases across the four kingdoms.

Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that bore the weight of responsibility and experience. Her almond-shaped eyes were pools of wisdom, and her full lips pursed together in concentration.

Her tight gown cannot hide her curves, nor does it conceal her ample bosom. With her slender waist and shapely legs, Lucy was beautiful enough to draw attention wherever she went. And she drew quite a bit of it indeed. Men stared at her with lustful eyes whenever they saw her, hoping that she might notice their glances and cast aside her dignity in favor of carnal pleasures.

Lucy was aware of these stares, and she did not care to spare any pity for them. In fact, she despised men for staring at women like her, for coveting beauty without knowing its value. Beauty was meant to be appreciated, to inspire and entice, and not to serve as a mere object for male pleasure.

The room was filled with an air of tension, palpable and thick, like the impending storm on the horizon. Lucy had received a letter, a letter from a young master, detailing a frenzied mob incident at the Ferel Duchy. It was not the incident that shook her it was a word. Magical artifact.

Lucy's mind raced as she read the words, her thoughts a flurry of action as she tried to piece together the information.

Her training and experience had taught her to remain calm under pressure, but even she could not deny the weight of the situation at hand.

As she reached the end of the letter, Lucy's mind was made up. She rose from her seat, the parchment still clutched in her hand, she walked towards the door and opened it. She was going to meet the Grand Master and discuss this matter. It was important. Very Important.

Outside the chamber, Lucy saw several guards waiting patiently at the doors. They bowed their heads respectfully as she passed. These men were loyal to the Order, charged with protecting the peace and maintaining order in the magical realm. They were the first line of defense against any threat, and their presence was a testament to the gravity of the situation at hand.

Lucy made her way through the halls of the Grand Magical Jurisdiction, her mind still consumed with thoughts of the letter. She couldn't help but wonder about the true nature of the artifact mentioned in the letter, and what its potential impact on the magical world could be.

As she reached the Grand Master's chambers, Lucy paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She knew that the discussion ahead would be challenging, and the stakes were high. But she also knew that she was up for the task. She was the best curator in the land, and she had a duty to protect the magical world at all costs.

As Lucy knocked on the door, the Grand Master looked up from his book and beckoned her to come in. "Ah, Lucy," he said with a nod. "What brings you here today?"

There was a small table and wooden chair, a bookshelf filled with leather-bound tomes, and a few decorative objects, such as a vase of flowers and a small statue of a mythical creature. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries depicting magical creatures and ancient battles. The hearthstone brimmed with life.

In the center of the room, the Grand Master sat at the table, reading a book with a furrowed brow. He was an elderly man with a long white beard and piercing blue eyes that seemed to penetrate the soul. Despite his age, he exuded an air of power and wisdom that commanded respect.

Lucy stepped forward, holding out the letter. "I have received this letter, Grand Master," she said, her voice steady but urgent. "It mentions a magical artifact and a mob incident in the Ferel Duchy. I believe it requires our immediate attention."

The Grand Master's expression grew grave as he took the letter from Lucy's hand and read it over. "This is indeed concerning," he said, his voice laced with worry. "We must act quickly to prevent any further harm to the magical realm."

Lucy nodded in agreement. "I am prepared to investigate this matter, Grand Master," she said, her determination evident.

The Grand Master nodded, impressed with Lucy's quick thinking. "Very well," he said. "You have my permission to proceed. But be careful, Lucy. We don't know what we're dealing with yet. The artifact can be anything."

Lucy nodded, her face determined. "I understand, Grand Master. I'll gather my team and leave immediately." With that, she turned and left the room, her mind already racing with plans and contingencies.

'Damien Von Zadkiel,' Grandmaster mused at the letters intended on the letter.

As she made her way back to her chamber, Lucy felt a sense of purpose wash over her. This was what she had trained for, what she had dedicated her life to. Protecting the magical world was not just her duty, it was her calling. And she was more than ready to answer it.

***

Blaire's fingers closed tightly around the hilt of the knife, feeling its weight and the cold metal against her skin. She knew what she had to do, even though the thought of violence made her sick to her stomach. But sometimes, in this cruel world, violence was the only answer.

With a deep breath, Blaire stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest. She moved silently, like a shadow, towards the man who was still attacking Damien. Her mind was racing, trying to find the courage to act. She knew she had to be quick, precise, and ruthless.

Blaire's fingers trembled as she closed them tightly around the hilt of the knife. Her whole body was shaking with fear and adrenaline, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the task at hand.

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, thudding against her ribcage like a drum. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, and her palms were slick with sweat.

Despite her fear, Blaire knew what she had to do. She couldn't just stand by and watch as Damien was attacked. She couldn't let this man get away with his violence.

As she stepped forward, Blaire's mind raced with thoughts of all the terrible things that could go wrong. What if she missed? What if the man turned on her? What if Damien was hurt worse than she realized? The weight of the knife felt heavy in her hand, as though it was a symbol of all the responsibility that lay on her shoulders.

But despite her doubts, Blaire moved forward, her body propelled by a fierce determination. She moved with a silence born of desperation, each step careful and precise. Her eyes never left the man's back-her husband's back, watching his movements, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

When the moment finally came, Blaire acted without hesitation. She drew back the knife and plunged it at the man. The blade caught the man in the back, sinking deep into his flesh with a sickening squelch. He let out a cry of pain, falling to the ground in a heap.

Blaire stood there, frozen in shock at what she had just done. She had never killed anyone before, never even been in a fight. The reality of the situation hit her hard, and she felt the bile rising in her throat. But even as she struggled to keep her composure, she knew that she had done the right thing. Violence was the only answer in this cruel world, and she had just proven that she was strong enough to use it.

At the same time, suddenly Damien's eyes snapped open, glowing with redness brighter than the fire itself.