A trial Harley will escape!

Using her swiftness, Harley apologized for excusing herself, then ducked underneath Ralli's arm to escape the arena.

The sergeant stopped just short of reaching out to grab her, getting a hold of her misplaced anger, instead. "Reflect on the mistake you may or may not have made tonight, Dustaine. Only if you feel you made a mistake. Naturally."

"N-naturally!" Harley agreed as she ran away. Only a diligent student like her would be in the position she now found herself, trying to think of how to process her remorse as she'd been instructed instead of... the other distraction she'd been planning to retire to that night as she thought of the next morning's surprise.

Ralli left the arena alone, hanging her head and still pondering if there was any way out of her situation. "... Of course. With this kind of problem, there is but one person I can turn to." With that thought in her mind, Ralli picked up speed... then remembered her aching legs and slowed down again, limping her way to the mess hall.

She saw her friend Bella standing there, chatting with the other faculty while waiting in line, and dragged her away from the others. "Bella. Emergency conference."

"Oho!" the other instructor gasped, expecting to be whisked off... however, Ralli only plodded a few painful steps until she was out of earshot of the others. "W-what's the matter, dear? You're making me think this really is an emergency! Laugh once if I shouldn't be worried, laugh on and on if you've finally snapped, love!"

"I am not laughing at all. My class is full of disguised demons," Ralli hissed severely. Her helmet was still in place, making it very hard to read if she was being literal.

"... Um... Like so...?" Bella muttered with a smile, grasping the thin chain that held her knight's emblem and jingling it.

"No. These humans are far crueler than you or I. They are all huge jerks," Ralli complained, more openly than she ordinarily would in public. "I need your help for tomorrow. I told my students- Grr. Th-that is... I am being **** to teach my next class naked. It does not appear they are joking."

"How does a class of human knight trainees **** a decorated knight and actual deathspeaker to do anything?" the braineater thought to herself, before her mind wandered onto a more pleasant track... However, feeling Ralli practically begging her with her aura, she snapped herself out of it and put on her thinking cap. "All right, all right, calm yourself, sweet Ralli. Tell me, what exactly did they request?"

"Mrr... I cannot wear my helmet, armor, skirt, tunic, undershorts, or underwear tomorrow, and I cannot wear any item I was not wearing today. It appears to be an ironclad sentencing..."

"Hmm... Well, even for someone with a lot of confidence in her body- (and your body)- I can understand why you'd be concerned about that," Bella admitted. "However, as an outsider looking in, and someone with a mind well tuned for this sort of spectacle, I can already think of a number of ways for you to weasel your way out of fully exposing yourself in these conditions-"

"I should simply slaughter them," Ralli suggested, flexing the fingers of her gauntlets. "Or beat them ****. I believe I would be able to lecture a class of **** students in the nude."

"N-no, darling, I was thinking of something that may still leave them satisfied... a-and, also, alive. Wouldn't it be a shame to waste all of those trainees you've spent so much effort on over something as silly as this? Just leave it to me... Now. There are a number of options, however, there's surely one that's best..."