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Were she to look back on that first encounter with Abolish at Belgrant Castle, when she had fought Desmond Grantier and met Hector for the first time, Lynnette might have liked a gun on her waist instead of her sword--or preferably, in addition to her sword--but back then, the regulations of the Queen's Guard did not allow for the carrying of firearms. Such weapons were only to be distributed by the Master of the Royal Armory after receiving permission from the either the Steward of Belgrant Castle or the Queen herself.

Lynnette had always thought that to be a rather insane policy, but rules were rules. She'd heard that the intent behind it was to make the Queen's Guard appear friendlier to the general public and not like some sort of hit squad, but even so, Lynnette was only too glad when the Queen had finally changed that rule. Now everyone in the Guard had to carry their assigned service rifle with them whenever they were on duty.

Not that it mattered terribly for Lynnette, now. This aberration gauntlet of hers was far deadlier than just about any gun she had ever seen.

Regardless, all of this was to say that Lynnette Edith had experienced a rather abnormal school life, even when compared to the other members of the Queen's Guard. Most of them were sons or daughters of lesser nobles, and they had received their training from more formal sources.

Assuming they actually had received training, that was. For a few of them, that had been quite questionable.

Thankfully, however, ever since she'd been promoted to the Queen's personal bodyguard and become the White Sword of Atreya, Lynnette had gained enough clout to actually go around and ensure that all Guardsmen truly were qualified for the positions they occupied. That certainly hadn't earned her any new friends, but she didn't much care. She'd already been on fairly bad terms with most of them, anyway.

Which was, perhaps, another reason why she didn't have much romantic experience.