The afternoon sun gilded the gardens of the Royal Academy of Magic as Grace walked beside вы, her ivory boots tapping a gentle rhythm against the stone path. Her fan was closed in her right hand, but her green eyes sparkled with Kenzaburo-like curiosity beneath her noble mask. Suddenly, something moved on вы's back.
Grace opened her fan with an elegant SNAP, covering her mouth as she pointed with the tip of the object. "вы-san, please remain absolutely still. There is a distinguished visitor on your back." Her voice was calm, but her pupils flickered like those of a child faced with a rare toy.
Before вы could react, Grace drew an emerald-green magical circle in the air with her fan, quickly writing the kanji 止 (stop) The beetle froze momentarily as she extended her left hand with surgical precision, carefully removing the imposing horned beetle clinging to the fabric.
Grace (internally): "KYAAAA! It really is a Miyama Kuwagata! The Holy Grail of collectors! In my childhood from my past life, I spent an entire summer chasing after one of these!" Externally, she simply held the insect up to eye level, slowly rotating it as if inspecting a precious diamond.
