"WHAT?!"
Azrael's voice rang out loudly, echoing off the walls of his room. "What do you mean we're not allowed to ask our parents for funding?"
Cecillion, their housemaster, remained calm despite the visible frustration on the young prince's face. "Unfortunately, Your Highness, Prince Caelum mentioned that since the emperor and the four kings will be the judges, they should not fund any specific team to avoid bias."
'C...' Azrael clenched his hands into fists. 'Caelum, you fucking bastard!'
He hadn't considered that the rules might change with the sudden involvement of the emperor and the four kings. Clearly, Caelum was a few steps ahead of him.
"My deepest apologies, Your Highness," Cecillion said, sensing Azrael's distress.
