Elsie Pov

The silent ambiance of my dorm room was disrupted by the flickering glow of a magic lacrima, a communication device connecting me with Zeref. Frustration and anger bubbled beneath the surface as I confronted the enigmatic figure.

"Why, Zeref?" My voice trembled with a mix of emotions. "Why did you contact Ranoa Academy for my mother,. . . or me, to teach here? What are you playing at?" My hands were grabbing the side of the desk as I stared down at the Lacrima, his figure having just an amused smirk. I was never able to understand what his majesty was thinking.

Zeref's laughter echoed through the lacrima, amplifying my irritation. "Ah, Elsie, always a spirited one. I thought it would be a delightful surprise for you."

I clenched my fists, my school uniform rustling with my simmering agitation. "A surprise? You find it amusing to meddle in the lives of people, treat our destinies like some game?"

Zeref's response carried a hint of amusement. "It's not meddling, my dear. It's an opportunity. Irene teaching at Ranoa Academy benefits you and the academy itself. A mutually beneficial arrangement, wouldn't you say?"

My frustration flared. "That's not the point! You always have some hidden agenda, Zeref. What are you really after?"

Zeref's laughter reverberated through the lacrima. "Curiosity suits you, Elsie. But some things are better left discovered. Your mother is merely a catalyst for the magical growth I foresee within Y/n and you."

My hands tightened into fists. "You're not telling me everything."

Zeref's tone turned cryptic. "Some mysteries are meant to unfold in due time. Embrace the opportunities that come your way, my dear. The medieval world holds secrets waiting to be revealed. And besides that, you should know what I want, don't you Irene."

As the lacrima fell silent, a contemplative look crossed Zeref's features. "Speaking of secrets, have you and your boyfriend uncovered anything about Ankhseram? Information about the God of Life and Death could be crucial for all of you."

The mention of Ankhseram injected a new layer of tension into the conversation. The chill air in the room seemed to thicken, carrying the weight of both our frustrations and the mysterious threads of destiny intertwining our lives. Zeref's inquiry lingered, leaving me with a sense that the secrets we sought might hold the key to unraveling the enigma surrounding Ranoa Academy and our roles within its magical tapestry.

I sat back slowly. There was still the issue about my dragon slaying magic being gone, one which I don't know if I get it back once I'm an adult again. And I wouldn't want to turn back either. I'm too afraid to lose the conection I have build up with him. My heart thumped harshly every time my mind went to him. 

Y/n Pov

The medieval ambiance of the academy library provided a hushed backdrop to the intimate conversation between Elsie, Irene, and me. Elsie's normally vibrant demeanor carried a subtle weight as we sat amidst the ancient tomes and scrolls, seeking solace and answers to the dilemma that haunted her.

"Elsie, my dear," Irene's voice, a soothing melody with a touch of maternal concern, addressed her daughter. "Tell us about this issue you're facing with your dragon slayer powers. Perhaps we can find a solution together."

Elsie sighed, her school attire a contrast to the modern struggle etched on her face. "It's just... I've been feeling disconnected from my dragon slayer abilities. The magic that once flowed through me with ease now feels elusive, as if slipping through my grasp, I'm not feeling it anymore."

I couldn't help but reach out, my hand finding hers in a silent gesture of support. The warmth of her touch in the medieval library offered a small sanctuary amidst the uncertainty that clouded her thoughts.

Irene's gaze, both perceptive and caring, focused on Elsie. "Magic is a complex force, my dear. It ebbs and flows, influenced by various factors. We must understand the root of this disconnection to find a remedy."

Elsie nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I've tried everything — meditation, studying ancient texts, even seeking guidance from the academy's professors. But it's like I've lost a part of myself."

Irene's hand gently rested on Elsie's shoulder. "Magic is entwined with emotion, my love. It responds to the ebb and flow of one's heart. Have you considered what might be causing this emotional turbulence within you?"

Elsie hesitated, her scared eyes revealing a glimpse of the inner struggle. "There's something... someone. A connection that's both exhilarating and perplexing. Y/n, I don't understand how my feelings for you could affect my powers like this."

I felt a mix of surprise and empathy, realizing the gravity of Elsie's admission. Irene exchanged a knowing look with me, acknowledging the complexity of magical connections that transcended the basic understanding of love.

"Emotions can indeed shape our magic," Irene spoke with gentle wisdom. "Perhaps, Elsie, the key lies not in suppressing these feelings but in understanding and embracing them. Love, after all, is a powerful force that can enhance rather than hinder our abilities."

Elsie let out a yawn from feeling tired. "What's wrong Elsie, why are you tired already?" Irene asked and I looked curious to her. "The girls in the dormitory are trying to snatch the panty tief and every time something happens the whole dorm wakes up. Which means I couldn't close my eyes and the only times I get to sleep is when I'm with Y/n." She replied and moved her hand over to me resting it on my lap.

. . .

Y/n Pov

My gaze moved to see Rudeus and Pursena being silly while I walked with Elsie allong the hall. Cliff and Elinalise had admited to dating now which had sent a few of us into shock and others just giving smug glances. Irene, Elsie's mother was walking along side us. "I've heard a rumor that there is a panty thief in the academy, not only that but I think I've lost a pair too." She calmly stated before taking a sip from her teacup.

The medieval tranquility of the academy was disrupted by a peculiar disturbance that swept through the dormitories — a panty thief. A trap I had fallen prey to. Whispers of the clandestine culprit echoed through the halls, leaving a trail of baffled and irritated students in its wake. Elsie, with a determined glint in her medieval eyes, approached me with an unusual request.

"Y/n," she began, a mix of frustration and mischief playing on her lips, "we need your help to catch the panty thief."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected turn of events. "The panty thief? Seriously? You do remember last time."

Elsie nodded, her attire adding a touch of whimsy to the gravity of the situation. "It's become a real problem, and the girls in the dorm are fed up. Rose and my mother, have agreed to help too. Sadly we only know its a boy as no girl would steal the others underwear."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the unusual mystery that had unfolded within the academy's walls. "Alright, Elsie. Count me in. How do you plan to catch this dirty panty thief?"

Elsie's eyes sparkled with mischief. "We've devised a plan. We'll set a trap, using enchanted panties that Irene and I crafted. Once the thief takes the bait, we'll catch them red-handed."

I couldn't suppress a grin at the strange detective work ahead. "Enchanted panties, huh? Sounds like a plan. What role do you need me to play?"

Elsie leaned in, her voice hushed. "We need you to act as the one who catches him. If the thief suspects anything, they might not take the bait. Your presence can't be known so don't get any attention while Rose and I set the trap."

I chuckled, imagining the spectacle that was about to unfold. "Alright, Elsie. I'm ready to be doing this. Let's catch this panty thief and bring an end to the mystery that's been plaguing the dorms."

I found myself in the midst of a hushed gathering within the girls' dormitory, surrounded by Elsie, Rose, Irene, and a few other curious inhabitants of the medieval residence. The question lingered in the air like a magical mist: how exactly did the panties disappear?

Elsie, the mastermind behind our panty-catching operation, took a moment to explain the peculiar circumstances surrounding the disappearing undergarments. Her sinister eyes gleamed with a mix of determination and amusement.

The atmosphere in the medieval dormitory was charged with curiosity and determination as I sought to clarify the nature of the mysterious disappearing undergarments. A pivotal question lingered in the air, and it was time to uncover the enchanting secret.

"Alright, everyone," I addressed the group, my voice carrying a mix of seriousness and intrigue, "let's get to the bottom of this. When your underwear disappears, does it happen when you wear them, or is it taken directly from the drawers?"

"It happens when we wear them as well as from the drawers." A girl stated.

Elsie stepped forward, her medieval charm evident as she explained the unique workings of the enchanted panties. "The charm activates when someone other than a girl touches them," she elucidated, her eyes gleaming with determination. "It's not about where they are stored but about the moment they are held. That's when the enchantment comes into play."

A wave of realization swept through the medieval gathering as the girls absorbed this crucial detail. Irene, the poised strategist, added her insights. "The charm is attuned to the touch of the wearer, a man wouldn't wear them." she explained, her words carrying a weight of magical expertise. "As soon as someone, especially someone male, touches the enchanted panties, the charm activates, and the panties start glowing."

The dormitory buzzed with murmurs as the girls exchanged experiences and anecdotes, grappling with the peculiar workings of the enchantment. Rose, with her innocent charm, contributed to the discussion.

"It's like a secret spell," Rose chimed in, her feline demeanor adding a whimsical touch. "Your panties are safe until someone, especially a man, decides to wear them, and then, poof, they're done."

"If you don't believe me then I will have to demonstrate." I stated and Elsie pulled out a pair of her undergarments she had prepared. A purple magic circle apeared. I took them into my hand and right there they started to glow brightly. "As you can see the light is easily visible in the night." Irene remarked.

. . .

The girls dormitory lay in hushed anticipation as we waited for the elusive panty thief to make his move. I meditated in the main room trying to sense any movement from outside or possible use of magic. From my own knowledge only a hanful of magic can work such as 'Steal'. Our trap was set, and the enchanted undergarments, now armed with the knowledge that they would light up when touched by a male, seemed to hum with mystical energy.

Elsie, Rose, and Irene stood poised near the enchanted trap in room 204, their schoolarly attire adding an air of mystery to the proceedings. I stationed myself strategically, ready to confront the thief the moment he took the bait.

As the minutes ticked by I could feel the air shift. Signaling that the trap had been working as intended. The medieval night seemed to hold its breath as we waited for the thief to reveal himself.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, deftly navigating the rooftops of the academy. Moonlight danced upon his silhouette, revealing a mischievous grin that hinted at a history of clandestine escapades.

The panty thief, adorned in a dark ensemble, looked into Elsie's dormitory window. "Steal." I heard in the distance and right at that moment Elsie shrieked in embarrassment, cowering on the ground, he pilfered the enchanted undergarments that Elsie was wearing, activating the mystical charm.

The stolen panties lit up with a vibrant glow, casting an otherworldly radiance that exposed the thief's daring escapade. The medieval night became a stage for our confrontation, a clash between justice and roguish cunning.

With the stolen undergarments in hand, the panty thief made a swift retreat, darting over the academy rooftops with an agility that spoke of countless escapades. I jumped out of the window sword drawn and proppeled myself up to the roof. The chase was on, and I pursued him, leaping from rooftop to rooftop in pursuit of justice.

The moonlit night echoed with the rhythmic footsteps and the occasional laughter of the chase. Our pursuit took us across the academy, the thief weaving through the shadows with an uncanny grace.

Finally, the panty thief reached the boys' dormitory, scaling the walls with the nimbleness of a seasoned rogue. The stolen panties continued to glow, their enchanted light exposing the thief's every move. Thankfully he had not seem to realize it.

As we closed in on the thief, the dormitory courtyard became the stage for our confrontation. The medieval atmosphere crackled with tension as we prepared to apprehend the elusive rogue and unveil the identity behind the panty thief.

The pursuit through the medieval night reached its climax as I closed in on the rooftop-hopping panty thief. Right inside of his room the two of us jumped through the window into the boys dorm. Moonlight bathed the dorm as I cornered the agile rogue in his lair, the tip of my blade almost touching his neck. "I've got you now panty thief."  I was ready to unveil the mystery shrouded in secrecy.

With a swift and strategic move, I confronted the thief, who, caught off guard, stumbled and lost his balance. Moonlit rays revealed the face of the mischievous intruder – a noble adorned in medieval finery, his expression a mix of surprise, fear and embarrassment.

"You've been causing quite a commotion," I remarked, my cold demeanor masking the amusement underlying my words. The stolen panties, still aglow in his hands, painted a surreal scene in the tranquil room, next to all the others  which laid nailed on the wall with names of their victims on them.

As if on cue, the girls – Elsie, Heine, Juliet and Irene – arrived on the scene, their attire adding a touch of drama to the confrontation. Elsie's eyes widened in a mix of shock and embarrassment as she recognized the noble thief. It was that very poplar guy which all the girls swooned over.

"Is this the thief?" Irene asked, her tone carrying a blend of curiosity and sternness. The girls, fueled by a mix of anger and justice, closed in on the panty pilferer.

The noble thief, now surrounded, decided discretion was the better part of valor. In a gesture of surrender, he handed me the silken fabric, too ashamed to even face Elsie who was holding her skirt down, her face filled with embarrassment as the cold draft of the air moved through her legs. I handed Elsie the glowing panties, while he whimpered in fear for his life.

Elsie, taking back her enchanted undergarments, blushed profusely, her usual composure momentarily shaken. The stolen panties glowed in her hands, casting an ethereal light on the medieval scene until the enchantment stopped.

The girls, not ones to let a thief go unpunished, took matters into their own hands. A series of thuds and yelps echoed through the halls as they delivered a just punishment to the noble rogue. Justice was served in the medieval academy, and the panty thief learned a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.

As the confrontation unfolded, the dorm returned to its serene medieval ambiance, with the glow of the enchanted panties fading into the night. The panty thief, now thoroughly chastened, slinked away, leaving the girls to revel in their triumph over the mischievous noble and the peculiar mystery of the disappearing undergarments.

"You know what." Elsie tilted her head to the side as we came closer to my room her panties still in her hand. "I'm taking your work away this time." She giggled and pushed me inside closing the door. "If Aerith is a nymphomaniac, then what is Elsie?"