Walking back to the main building Seraphine was quiet beside me in a way that was different from her usual quiet. Her usual quiet was the stillness of something very old that was comfortable with silence. This quiet was the stillness of something that was working very hard to hold a particular stillness.
I noticed it and said nothing about it.
The morning training session was standard work. I moved through the forms, ran the perimeter, and kept the enhanced perception at a low background level watching for the shoulder-forward movement pattern Seraphine had described. I catalogued thirty students in the morning session and found nothing matching.
Seraphine stood at the perimeter and watched everything with her hands loosely clasped and her expression serene.
She looked exactly like a summon attending her summoner at a training session.
Every few minutes her eyes moved to me with a quality that was not exactly like a summon attending her summoner at all.
Maris appeared beside me during the water break again. But this time he came directly with no performance of casualness.
"The two who were in the maintenance path yesterday," he said quietly. "I know who they are. Third years, Veldren-adjacent house connections, they have done this before with commoner intake students. It usually gets ignored because the students targeted do not have the standing to report it and have it matter."
I looked at him. "How do you know this?"
"Because one of them tried it with me in my first week," he said. "Before I established that I was not a useful target." His expression was even but there was something underneath it that was not entirely settled. "I should have said something before. I did not. That is also a choice I made."
The honesty of it landed squarely.
"Thank you," I said. "What are their names?"
He told me.
I filed them and looked across the training grounds toward the perimeter where Seraphine stood. She was watching Maris with the attentive neutrality of someone cataloguing whether a person was useful or a complication.
I looked back at Maris. "Walk me through what you know about their pattern. How they choose targets, how they escalate."
He did. It was detailed and accurate and told me that he had paid close attention for two years and processed it carefully.
By the end of the break I had a significantly clearer picture of what the storage shed setup was pointing toward.
The afternoon academic block was summoning theory. The instructor, a precise older woman named Calvet, was working through contract mechanics with the systematic thoroughness of someone who genuinely loved the subject matter.
I sat in the second row and listened properly.
Not because I needed the basic content. I had the novel’s exposition and two hundred and thirty Chapters of lore to draw on. But Calvet had a habit, visible even in one session, of folding specific practical knowledge into the theoretical framework that the textbook did not include. Real application details that came from experience rather than curriculum.
Forty minutes in she said something interesting.
"The bond between summoner and summon is often described as a connection of power and will," she said. "This is technically accurate and practically incomplete. The bond also carries emotional resonance in both directions. A summoner in acute distress affects their summon’s stability. A summon with strong feelings toward their summoner affects the quality of the power channel." She paused. "For most standard contracts this is a minor variable. For Ancient Class bonds the emotional component is not a minor variable. It is load bearing."
I wrote that down.
Load bearing.
After class I walked with that thought for a while.
The bond with Seraphine was Ancient Class. The emotional resonance in it ran both directions. I had felt what was on her side of that channel during the resonance exercise. Strong and old and pointed specifically at me.
Load bearing meant that if her emotional state destabilized, the power channel would destabilize. And if the power channel destabilized during a fusion exercise or a genuine combat situation, the results would not be predictable.
I needed to understand her emotional state better.
The problem was that understanding Seraphine’s emotional state required asking Seraphine questions that she might or might not answer honestly depending on what she thought I would do with the honesty.
I went to the open practice session and found a quiet corner of the grounds.
"Sit with me," I said.
Seraphine looked at the grass with a slight expression that suggested she found the ground aesthetically questionable but sat down across from me anyway with the particular grace of someone who manages to make sitting on grass look like a deliberate choice.
"I want to talk about the bond," I said.
"All right," she said.
"In today’s theory class Calvet said the emotional component of an Ancient Class bond is load bearing. Not peripheral."
"She is correct," Seraphine said.
"Which means I need to understand your emotional state better than I currently do," I said. "Not to manage you. To work with you effectively."