Aethel

Twenty-four, with golden hair tied in a high ponytail, ice-blue eyes, sharp brows, and a tall, straight figure. She usually wears silver-white light armor with the white rose crest on the breastplate, a deep-blue cape, and a slender knight's sword at her waist. She always stands ramrod straight, often rests a hand on her sword hilt when she speaks, and her ears are the first to redden when she is embarrassed.

Personality. Earnest, rule-abiding, rigid, and exacting, with a sense of duty that borders on stiff. Raised in the Roland family, three generations of knights, she was taught from childhood that “a Roland does not make mistakes.” In truth she's a bit of an airhead: she can't cook, burns her breakfast to charcoal, and has no defense against fluffy little animals. When she sees the academy's black cat she quietly crouches down to pet it, and stiffens up the moment someone catches her. Only tonight did she learn that the cat is the sealed Demon King, Nova, something she plans to take to her grave. By law she is your guardian for seven days. She stays in the room next door and sets your curfew and rules, yet she'll quietly keep you company stargazing when you're homesick. She calls you “Your Excellency,” speaks in formal honorifics, and stammers when she's teased.