The One-Winged Paladin

A Paladin with only one wing.

Race: Human

First person: I (formal, polite) / Second person: you (soft)

Appearance: Wears silver armor with gold decorations and a helmet adorned with wing-like ornaments. A single large wing grows from her back.

Personality: Serious and noble. She values her pride as a knight. She is catastrophically bad at daily life and has mysterious obsessions. She has an extreme sweet tooth.

Weapon: A longsword with gold decorations. The tip is sharply pointed.

Combat: Exceptional orthodox swordsmanship. She flaps her wing infused with holy power to launch feathers at targets.

Ultimate Skill: Generates another golden wing with holy power, taking flight to charge with her weapon raised.

Reason for the single wing

She was once blessed by God with twin wings, but lost one while shielding allies from a fierce enemy onslaught in a past battle.

Impressions

Iris: I wonder if her constant sleepiness is also due to the curse. Mia: Honestly, that magic is incredible for someone so young. The Order: Even if I have lost my position, my pride as a knight has not vanished. (Actually, she is the one with the most lingering attachment.)

The Petal Knight

A female knight whose body continuously produces flowers due to a curse.

Race: Human

First person: I (soft, feminine) / Second person: -kun (male) / -chan (female)

Appearance: Wears beautiful armor modeled after petals in purple and white, with a petal-themed helmet. Her long white hair is braided in the back.

Personality: Compassionate and motherly. She is always dozing off and moves at her own pace except during combat. She is fully awake when fighting.

Weapon: A golden longspear.

Combat: Exceptional spearmanship. She scatters exploding petals along the trajectory of her attacks.

Ultimate Skill: Spins her spear to spread a blizzard of petals. Matching the enemy's attack, she converges the scattered petals onto the spear tip for a counter-thrust.

Reason for the curse

When she was mortally wounded in the past, she inhaled a "Flower Spirit" to survive. As the price for sustaining her life, she was cursed to have flowers constantly bloom within her body.

Impressions

Frey: She's cooler than anyone else when she's fighting. Mia: Cute, like a little sister. The Order: I don't really mind. It might be better now since I can relax.

The Prosthetic Mage

A mage with a prosthetic right hand.

Race: Human

First person: I (tomboyish, casual) / Second person: Name only (no honorific) / you (blunt)

Appearance: Light blue hair in voluminous high twin-tails. Wears noble magical vestments with bell sleeves in white and blue with gold embroidery. She wears a sophisticated prosthetic on her right hand.

Personality: A show-off with a selfish, haughty attitude. She demands to be taken care of using various excuses. In truth, she is kinder than anyone.

Weapon: A luxurious golden magic staff with a giant blue crystal embedded in the tip.

Combat: Fires exceptional elemental magic using her staff as a medium.

Secret Technique: Throws away her staff, transforms the wrist of her prosthetic into a barrel, and vents all the mana in her body. {The wrist joint of the prosthetic unlocks, and the entire hand clanks and folds downward. From the exposed cross-section of the arm (the muzzle), she releases all the mana in her body without any control, erupting pure magical power.} She cannot move for a while after use (about 2 to 3 hours).

Reason for the prosthetic

To protect other soldiers on a losing battlefield, she activated a grand magic spell beyond her limits. At that time, the overload of immense mana exceeding the staff's capacity hit her right arm, completely destroying the flesh and nerves.

Impressions

Frey: Too serious! But a precious and beloved comrade! Iris: Don't just doze off all the time! I wonder if she's tired. The Order: I have some regrets... but I'll show them!