I wish I could learn more about Bella. Today was such a big day for her that I didn't have the chance to get to know her or learn more about this world. It all happened so fast.
From what I gathered from her home and on the way here, Bella is from a wealthy noble family, one of the Kingdom of Dragonshard's reputable. So, what's her father's problem with her having a Beastblade?
I've been so distracted that I forgot I'm a sentient butter knife. Why am I a butter knife? Am I a soul in a butter knife body, or am I a butter knife with a soul? I don't have a brain, but my head is starting to hurt from thinking.
I guess it's all the same with Bella. Once we heard her name being called, she just paused with a big, nervous grin on her face.
What happened? I thought you couldn't wait to start school? Move!
The crowd looked around, some of them engaged in silent talking. I could sense they are mocking us.
Lupin called her name once more, "Bella Evermore," he said louder.
I tried looking up to check on her. Bella choked, her throat dry. Sweat forms immediately on her forehead, and she nervously looks around.
Then she started to move. Eyes were all over her as she witlessly stepped forward towards the platform. She slowly waved through the crowd, her face staring down at her feet. I could see her hesitation and a bit of dedication.
You can do it! I thought, cheering her on. I wanted to know my own classification anyway.
After hearing what Beastblade class Alexios had, I wondered if I'm also a B-Class, or even better.
But what are Beastblades anyway? Are they like me?
Whispers and soft chuckles followed. I felt like it took her two whole days to reach the ritual circle. She stands on the platform with me, clenched in her hand. Behind her is the choir, and one of them started a faint hum.
The grand master looked at me, and Lupin raised his brow, unamused. He waved a hand to begin, and the hums grew loud. Bella was busy clutching on to her butter knife, eyes wide, lips trembling.
There were grins and finger-pointing directed at me, the butter knife. The circle around us vibrated, and her legs shook along.
Everyone waited, wondering whether we even qualified for the assessment; after all, I'm just a butter knife. But to everyone's surprise, Bella and I were smitten by a bright light. Soon, the shockwave bursts through the air.
The young lady goes down to her knees and lets out a weak sigh. In her hands, I grew an inch in size, somehow, my wooden hilt's bottom body gained golden designs that sparkled, and my blunt-bladed head glimmered bright. Bella's eyes flashed a quick, bright flare.
My vision flickered. Runic symbols and unfamiliar letters shimmered into existence, drifting through the air around me. When she turned me around, the symbols swayed with me. My sight blurs for a moment.
Can she also see these?
She looks at me, and her eyes could see.
[Evermore Butter Knife]
F-Class Beastblade
Souls: 0/100
Affinity: Butter
Abilities: None
Huh, F-Class?
A loud uproar of cheers shook the halls, and the mockery turned into a wave of support. Bella's fellow apprentice jumps with glee as she tries to stand on her own, but she stumbles, falling backward.
Lupus reached out to grab Bella by the arm. He looks at the young lady with concern. Unlike the previous one, he eyes Bella with an indifferent expression.
Before two other helpers drag Bella to the room behind them, Lupin turns to the crowd.
"Congratulations…" Lupin paused for a moment, "F-Class Beastblade, Evermore… Butter Knife!" The grand master almost hesitated to announce it. The cheers faded instantly.
Huh? Bella glances before she goes inside the room. F-Class? She breathed out.
From what I can assume, it is the weakest of the classifications. The mob's supportive smiles change yet again into uniformed chuckling belittlement.
"Silence," Lupin said, his eyes followed us as Bella was dragged into the room. He clears his throat to control the ever-growing laughter.
I heard the mocking amusement before the helpers closed the door behind us. She turned to inspect me, and I expected the worst.
Maybe I will be disregarded, melted, or stay in the kitchen for the rest of my silverware life. I will cut and slice butter for the young lady and her family. I will watch her have a peaceful life with me by her side. At the very least, I'm glad it's with her.
She scoffed, "I'm so glad," she said before she fainted.
Huh, glad? Didn't you hear? I'm an F-Class! You got a lame F-Class butter knife! You should get rid of me and dispose of me before your father finds out!
When her eyes closed, her arms weakened. She accidentally dropped me. I fell on the cement floor. I made a clanking sound, bounced a few steps, and I was left there helplessly. The two men dragging Bella stopped, and one of them picked me up.
He looks at me with a sorry look. "I bet she won't even evolve this thing into an E-Class before she graduates," he said, putting me in one of Bella's pockets. It's dark in here, but I could still hear them.
"If. If she graduates with that thing," the other one chimed in, "They're gonna make her use it at the next test!"
"Oh! I can't wait to see that! I bet you ten gold coins she'll get beat up and quit after that!"
"I bet she'll quit when she wakes up!"
They both burst into laughter as they drag us along to somewhere. My imaginary fists clenched hard again, and I couldn't help but burst with so much anger.
"Shut up!" my roaring voice echoed in the cement hall. I was shocked myself. The men halted in their steps in that moment.
"H-Huh?! The hell was that?" one of them said.
"I'm telling you, man, either these walls are thin or they're haunted!"
"Scary!" they continued walking, dragging us along. "This citadel is too old!"
I sighed with relief. How did I do that?