Scene: The King and the Queen
INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – CENTRAL HALL – TECHNOLOGY SHOWCASE – NOON
The sleek, high-tech display room buzzes with quiet excitement. Lining the walls are illuminated cases showcasing St. Alaric Academy's latest tech and weaponry, including enchanted weapons and advanced devices developed by top companies. Ludociel Vanderbilt, the Queen of the Academy, stands near a case containing a collection of intricate, elegantly crafted magic swords. Her gaze is captivated by the intricate runes etched along their blades.
Yue Monarchy Gentoshi, the academy's King and highest-ranked student, approaches her silently, his gaze sharp and unreadable. His presence alone exudes a natural authority, the air around him filled with a subtle intensity.
Yue (smirking): "Are you enjoying the latest offerings from our company, Ludociel?"
Ludociel turns, a slight flicker of surprise crossing her face before she composes herself.
Ludociel (smiling): "Oh... Yue, I didn't know you were here."
Yue's gaze sharpens with amusement as he gives her a slow, calculating look.
Yue (with mock politeness): "I'd prefer 'his majesty,' but for you, the Queen, I suppose I'll make an exception."
Ludociel's expression remains composed, but her eyes narrow subtly. She remembers his influence all too well; it's the reason he's King, the strongest, and she remains second—the Queen.
Yue glances at the tech surrounding them, his demeanor calm but his words laced with subtle mockery.
Yue (smirking, voice dropping to a cold tone): "I'm sure you've heard about the… trouble some of those gorillas with superpowers are causing. Damaging our company's products, attacking students from the academic branch. As their representative, shouldn't you do something about it?"
Ludociel's hand tenses, her mind flashing to the brewing tensions between the academic and superpower branches. She barely murmurs her response.
Ludociel (whispering): "I'm the representative because you did nothing…"
Yue's gaze darkens. He reaches out, placing a hand on her shoulder, his grip firm, his touch cold as a chill runs through her spine. Her heart races—she remembers that day, the day he defeated her effortlessly, leaving her with no doubt of the gap in their power.
Yue (voice quiet but deadly): "You're the superpower branch representative because I allow it, Ludociel. Don't forget that."
He leans in closer, his tone soft yet sharp.
Yue: "If you can't handle this, I'll take matters into my own hands. Let's hope you still have that composed smile on your face when you see what that means."
Yue withdraws his hand, his gaze lingering on her, the threat clear. Ludociel's expression remains steady, but inside, she feels the weight of his words. Her role, her pride—everything she's worked for stands on the edge.
Ludociel (firming her resolve, lifting her chin): "I'll handle it, Yue. You won't need to involve yourself."
Yue's eyes glint with approval as he steps back.
Yue (smirking): "Good. Then, Queen, I leave this to you."
With one last penetrating look, he turns and walks away, his calm demeanor unchanged, but the air left icy in his wake.
Scene: The Disillusioned Jack
INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – CENTRAL HALL – TECHNOLOGY SHOWCASE – NOON
The grand tech display hall of St. Alaric Academy is filled with dazzling new tech and magic weapons, all created by top corporations, including the Gentoshi family's GGG Corp. Among the glimmering cases and promotional displays, Kimhyun and Lysander wander, occasionally stopping to examine a new piece of equipment. Kimhyun's eyes are drawn to a gleaming katana display, his face lighting up in fascination.
Kimhyun (excited, tail wagging slightly): "Whoa... look at this katana. It's got its own mana channel. And this suit is crazy, resistant to sword and knife cuts while not being armor? Amazing!!!"
Lysander (raising an eyebrow, smirking): "Oh, sure, very fierce, doggo. Though I think this collar would suit you better."
Kimhyun's ears twitch, and he shoots Lysander a glare.
Kimhyun (frustrated): "Can you not call me 'Dog'? I'm a werewolf, not some pet."
Lysander (feigning innocence): "What? I just think a collar would be practical. Besides…" (he leans closer, eyes glinting with amusement) "...you'd look cute in one."
Kimhyun blinks in surprise, his face heating up a bit as he stares at Lysander.
Kimhyun (awkwardly): "You think I'm… cute?"
Lysander (grinning, nodding): "Definitely."
Kimhyun shifts, momentarily flustered, before turning back to the display. He studies the advanced tech with newfound curiosity, though the flush lingers on his cheeks.
Kimhyun (clearing his throat): "So... why host this big tech showcase here, with all the chaos going on between the branches? Doesn't it make things worse?"
Lysander tilts his head, looking at Kimhyun as if he's asked a ridiculous question.
Lysander (calmly, nonchalant): "Same reason as always. Profit."
Kimhyun stares at him, thrown off by the blunt response.
Kimhyun (confused):
"Profit? How does stirring up a rivalry between the branches help with that?"
Lysander smirks, glancing around at the glitzy displays as he explains.
Lysander (calmly, nonchalant): "The tension between branches raises awareness—look at how it's working here. Rich kids are getting a first-hand look at how tech and enchanted weapons hold up against superpowers. It stirs them up enough to want what we offer, so they'll push their families to invest in GGG's tech."
He pauses, an amused glint in his eye.
Lysander (casual, quoting): "'Never let a good crisis go to waste.' Right now, people are distracted, the academy's on edge... it's the perfect time to capitalize on that."
Kimhyun frowns, his expression turning thoughtful.
Kimhyun (quietly, a bit disturbed): "Feels… wrong, though. Turning conflict into money?"
Lysander (shrugs): "Welcome to business, big doggo. The GGG doesn't create chaos; we just make sure it's profitable. We're simply giving people what they're already interested in seeing, tech vs. innate power. Why not lean into it?"
Kimhyun processes this, a trace of disappointment flickering across his face. The concept feels far removed from his ideals, but he can't entirely fault the logic.
Kimhyun (softly, frustrated): "And you're okay with all this?"
Lysander (grins): "It's not about right or wrong. It's about filling a need. It's like you with that sword—it fills a need, right?"
Kimhyun glances at the katana, the excitement of it now feeling oddly distant in the face of the cold reality Lysander's just laid out.
Kimhyun (sighs, resigning): "Guess there's no stopping you and your family from making a buck off anything."
Lysander chuckles, an edge in his laughter hinting at the darker inclinations embedded in his family's corporate empire. After a moment, his tone lightens with feigned nonchalance.
Lysander (amused): "Tell you what—if you're that in love with the sword and suit, I can pull a few strings. Uncle Liam might consider them a gift, part of our sponsorship for you."
Kimhyun's ears perk up, surprise mixing with the frustration lingering in his expression.
Kimhyun (genuinely surprised): "You're serious? I can take them?"
Lysander (smiling): "Anything for my cute doggo~"
Kimhyun scowls at the nickname, but a hint of satisfaction flickers in his gaze as he looks back at the katana and suit. In that quiet moment, Kimhyun glimpses both the perks and the shadows that come with Lysander's world.
Scene: Superpower Branch Sabotage - Alexei - The Sabotage Backfired
EXT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – ACADEMIC BRANCH COURTYARD – NOON
In the sun-dappled courtyard of St. Alaric Academy, Alexei and Floria sit side by side, their voices low and flirtatious as they share an easy laugh. The grounds are calm, students scattered across the lawn, enjoying the afternoon. But Alexei's attention is focused solely on Floria, a confident smile gracing his lips.
Alexei (smirking, looking at Floria): "So, what do you say we skip the rest of the day? There's this new place I found that's practically begging for you and me to stop by."
Floria (laughing): "Bold move, mister. You know how fast word spreads here."
Suddenly, mist came out of nowhere, covering the entire courtyard.
Floria (a bit concerned): "Huh? This is…"
Alexei (calmly, to Floria): "Wait a bit, babe. I'll deal with this quick."
He rises from the bench, rolling his shoulders nonchalantly as he watches the masked figures ready their powers. A boy extends his hand, summoning a small fireball, another girl gathers mist around her, cloaking herself in a shroud. Alexei's eyes narrow in disdain.
Alexei (thinking): "Fireball and mist? Pathetic. This is barely a warm-up."
The fireball-wielding student hurls a sphere of flame toward Alexei, who barely blinks as he sidesteps it with ease, the flames passing by him harmlessly. Another attacker, moving with blinding speed, darts toward him, fists raised. But Alexei's faster—he pivots smoothly and delivers a bone-jarring punch straight into the speedster's stomach. The attacker gasps, eyes wide as he doubles over, retching from the impact.
Speedster (groaning): "He's…even faster than me…"
The mist thickens as more masked figures close in around Alexei, their footsteps muffled and their silhouettes shifting in the fog. Alexei stands, relaxed, observing each of them with a glint of dark amusement in his eyes.
One of the masked attackers cracks their knuckles, sending a flurry of fabric bands flying toward Alexei, attempting to entangle him. The bands whip through the air, wrapping around his arms and torso. The girl controlling them smirks behind her mask, confident she's immobilized him.
Masked Student (mocking): "Not so tough now, are you? Let's see if you can fight without your fancy tech."
But Alexei's grin only widens. He clenches his fists, his muscles flexing as he shatters the fabric bindings with one sharp twist. The girl stumbles backward, shocked.
Masked Student (shaken): "What…?"
Alexei lunges forward, closing the gap between them in a heartbeat. He slams his fist into her stomach, the impact so powerful it lifts her off the ground. She collapses onto her knees, clutching her abdomen as her mask slips, and a few teeth clatter to the ground.
Masked Student with Fire (hesitating): "This isn't… how it was supposed to go…"
Regaining some resolve, the fire-wielding student attempts another assault, hurling fireballs in rapid succession. But Alexei weaves between them effortlessly, the heat barely brushing past him. He seems almost bored as he dodges, his movements fluid and mocking.
Suddenly, he pivots and delivers a brutal punch to the fire-wielder's face, sending him sprawling backward, his mask cracking and blood trickling down his nose. Alexei doesn't stop there, though; he grabs the boy by his collar and drives a knee into his gut, causing him to gag and collapse, his breaths ragged.
Meanwhile, the mist-controlling student watches with wide eyes, frantically thickening the shroud around her, trying to mask her movements. She darts between columns, hoping to ambush him.
Masked Student with Mist (shocked): "How can he see through my mist?"
But before she can finish, Alexei appears directly behind her, as if he'd tracked her effortlessly. He hooks an arm around her neck and tightens his grip just enough to make her gasp.
Alexei (coldly): "Hiding only works when there's something worth hiding from."
He releases her with a shove, and she stumbles forward, only to be met with a hard shove to the ground. She groans, clutching her bruised side.
From the sidelines, Floria watches with a bemused smirk, her arms folded casually across her chest.
Floria (calling out, teasing): "Having fun, babe?"
Alexei glances back at her with a grin.
Alexei (playful): "Always, babe. Though, I'd be more appreciative if they are not so weak. This is barely a warm-up."
The speedster lunges at Alexei one last time, fists flying, but Alexei is already there. He drives a fist into the attacker's ribs, feeling the sharp crack of bone beneath his knuckles. The speedster's breath hitches as he staggers back, clutching his side and struggling to stay upright.
Speedster (pained whisper): "He's… stronger than any of us…"
Alexei (smirking, with finality): "No, I am stronger than ALL of you."
The fight ends in moments. Alexei stands over the fallen attackers, their masks askew, faces bruised and bloody, their bodies twisted in pain. The courtyard is silent save for their ragged breaths as they struggle to recover, each of them battered and broken from the fight.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoes across the courtyard, breaking the silence. Mr. Sato, a stern teacher with a no-nonsense demeanor, strides forward, his gaze sharp as he surveys the scene. His expression tightens as he takes in the beaten students lying on the ground, their injuries severe.
Mr. Sato (commanding, cold): "That's enough, Alexei! Stand down now!"
Alexei steps back, unruffled, dusting off his hands with a look of mild disinterest. His eyes shift to Mr. Sato, his expression one of thinly veiled amusement.
Mr. Sato (firm, disappointment clear): "All of you—report to the disciplinary office. Now."
The attackers groan as they attempt to stand, the full weight of their injuries settling over them as they stagger in the direction of the disciplinary office. Alexei watches them go, his gaze cool, not a hint of remorse in his eyes. He exchanges a final glance with Floria, his smirk reappearing as he catches the flicker of admiration in her gaze.
Floria (smiling, with a teasing edge): "Not bad for a quick warm-up."
Alexei (smirking, quietly): "Only for you, babe."
As he turns to leave, his eyes narrow slightly, thoughts of the next encounter already simmering in his mind, a dark anticipation that promises this is far from over.
Scene: The Queen's Warning
INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – PRIVATE STUDY ROOM – AFTERNOON
The private study room is dim, sunlight filtering through heavy curtains, casting sharp shadows across the room. Ludociel Vanderbilt stands near the window, her posture straight, her face calm but tense. Across from her stand Kenjiro Matsuda and Ryuto Yamada, both with angry, defiant looks in their eyes.
Ludociel (voice low but firm): "I know what you and your friends have been doing. The attacks, the intimidation… It's only a matter of time before the academic branch takes drastic measures."
Kenjiro (scoffing): "And so what if they do? They're acting like we're supposed to sit here and accept that all they need is some fancy toys, and suddenly, we're irrelevant."
Ryuto (clenching his fists): "We trained for years. Built our skills, our control. And now, they're just buying their way to the top. It's insulting."
Ludociel takes a slow breath, her eyes flickering with tension. She steps forward, her gaze steely.
Ludociel (warningly): "Kenjiro, Ryuto… you're underestimating more than just their resources. The academy's funding, our privileges—much of it comes from their families. They're powerful, not just as students, but as backers. This isn't a fight you can punch your way through."
Kenjiro (voice rising): "So what? We're supposed to just… give up? Let them waltz in and act like we're nothing?"
Ludociel pauses, her expression tight with frustration and fear. She steps closer to them, her voice dropping.
Ludociel (quietly, with intensity): "It's not just about their money, Kenjiro. It's about him. Yue, the King of this school… even stronger than me, the King of Telekinesis. If you keep pushing this, you won't just be facing them. You'll be facing him."
She pauses, folding up her sleeve, revealing her arm with a faint hint of something... off. Her joints bear signs of past injury, reminders of a brutal confrontation. Her eyes flicker, recalling a memory she'd rather leave buried.
Ludociel (softly, almost to herself): "The fight between us… I survived, but my bones aren't the same."
A chill seems to settle in the room at the mention of Yue. Kenjiro and Ryuto exchange a glance, both of them tensing.
Ryuto (after a pause, bitter): "So, that's it? We bow down because we're afraid of one guy? We're hunters, Ludociel. We don't cower just because someone might come after us."
Kenjiro (nodding, his voice sharp): "You're the Queen, right? Shouldn't you be leading us, not telling us to back down?"
Ludociel's gaze hardens, but there's an underlying sadness in her eyes.
Ludociel (firmly, voice dropping to a whisper): "I am the Queen. That's why I'm telling you this. Because if you keep pushing, Yue will step in, and when he does, it won't be just you who suffer. He could bring down the entire superpower branch if he wanted to. Do you understand what that means?"
Kenjiro and Ryuto exchange glances, their frustration simmering but tempered by Ludociel's words. The tension between them is palpable, but their anger hasn't entirely faded.
Ryuto (challenging): "Then what do you expect us to do? Just sit back and watch them look down on us?"
Kenjiro (nodding in agreement): "If we're so afraid of Yue, then we need to settle this. No more games, no more backroom deals. Let's have a real fight—five students from each branch, head-to-head. We'll prove who's truly at the top."
Ludociel considers their proposal, her eyes narrowing as she weighs the risks. She knows this could backfire, but it's clear that Kenjiro and Ryuto won't be dissuaded. She lets out a slow sigh, nodding reluctantly.
Ludociel (resolved, meeting their gaze): "Fine. I'll speak with the council. But if this happens… it has to be official, regulated, and clean. No sabotage, no underhanded tactics. You're representing all of us. Don't forget that."
Kenjiro and Ryuto exchange triumphant looks, their eyes glinting with determination.
Kenjiro (smirking): "Then it's settled. We'll show them that strength isn't something you can buy."
Ludociel watches as the two leave, her heart heavy with the weight of what she's agreed to. She turns back to the window, her mind racing with the implications, her gaze distant.
Ludociel (to herself, voice barely audible): "Let's hope you're right… and that Yue doesn't take this as a declaration of war."
Scene: The Dilemma of Fairness
INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – STUDENT COUNCIL OFFICE – AFTERNOON
The student council room is filled with a tense silence. Sōshun Murasame, the student council president, sits at the head of the table, his expression thoughtful. Beside him, Oliver is flipping through the report Ludociel submitted, shock visible on his face as he reads through the details. Elena Togami, usually relaxed and upbeat, looks uncharacteristically serious as she reads over his shoulder.
Oliver (stunned): "A… formal confrontation? Between the two branches? They're asking for an official match?"
Elena (incredulous): "This is crazy. Sure, we've had disputes before, but an organized branch duel? Are they even thinking?"
The door opens, and Ludociel Vanderbilt strides in, her expression composed yet purposeful. She takes a seat, and all eyes shift to her, sensing she has something to say. She clears her throat, her voice firm.
Ludociel (determined): "I know this sounds drastic, but an official duel could be exactly what we need to settle things. A structured, controlled match could ease the tensions, give the superpower branch a fair chance without... further incidents."
Oliver glances at her with a look of unease, then turns to Sōshun, who is listening but remains silent, his gaze thoughtful.
Oliver (uneasy): "But Ludociel, what if it just adds more fuel to the fire? Right now, tensions are already dangerously high. This kind of confrontation could tip things over the edge."
Ludociel raises her chin, her resolve undeterred.
Ludociel (calmly): "If we do nothing, this rivalry will escalate into even worse situations. A formal match creates boundaries, sets a winner, and should restore some balance if we manage it correctly."
Elena (skeptical): "So we're supposed to believe a battle will solve our problems? We're a school, not a fight ring."
Ludociel's gaze doesn't waver, her eyes sharp as she looks at each council member.
Ludociel (steadfast): "Look around, Elena. They're already fighting. The reports stacking up in front of Sōshun detail incidents of sabotage, property damage, and injuries. Allowing them to vent through an official match could prevent things from spiraling."
Silence stretches as the council members exchange glances, unease evident. Finally, Sōshun speaks, his tone as calm as ever, but with a new edge of steel.
Sōshun (firmly): "I understand your point, Ludociel. But this isn't just a matter of skill or rivalry. If we sanction a fight, we'll need to know exactly who's fighting. You'd be involved, of course, and so would Kimhyun. But there's one question I have for you, Ludociel—"
Ludociel's confidence flickers for the first time, noticing the shift in Sōshun's tone.
Sōshun (calm but pointed): "What happens if Yue is called to fight? On paper, he's part of the superpower branch. But we all know he doesn't associate himself with them—he's always with Lysander, Angela, and the academic branch. If Yue chooses to fight for the academic branch instead of the superpower. The fight will only deepen the rift."
A hint of uncertainty flickers across Ludociel's face, but she quickly regains her composure.
Ludociel (measured): "Yue... he doesn't usually involve himself in these matters. I don't think he would care to join a fight."
Sōshun raises an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering.
Sōshun (challenging): "And if he does? If Yue fights on the academic side and wins, it'll validate every insecurity the superpower branch has been feeling. They'll see it as a betrayal. And that 'solution' you're suggesting? It'll backfire spectacularly."
In the back of the room, Professor Linden, observing the conversation, steps forward, his voice steady but tinged with caution.
Professor Linden (cautiously): "Ludociel, if Yue chooses the academic branch, we're looking at an institutional crisis. The superpower students already feel overshadowed. A public defeat with Yue on the other side could be the final straw."
Elena watches Ludociel closely, her expression softening as she sees the conflict on Ludociel's face.
Elena (gently): "It's not that we don't see where you're coming from, Ludociel. But we can't risk escalating things without being absolutely sure of the outcome. Once we authorize this fight, there's no way to undo it."
Ludociel's jaw tightens, her eyes flashing with frustration. She takes a breath, her voice measured but strained.
Ludociel (quietly, almost to herself): "I just want things to be fair. The superpower branch deserves that."
Sōshun (calmly): "And I respect that. But this isn't just about fairness. If we're going to allow this duel, we need a commitment from every participant to respect the result, no matter which side wins. And if Yue chooses to fight for the academic branch, we'll have to accept that, too."
A heavy silence falls as Ludociel considers his words, visibly grappling with the decision. She finally nods, though there's reluctance in her expression.
Ludociel (sighing): "You're right, Sōshun… This isn't an ideal solution…"
Sōshun gives a slight nod, his expression relieved yet still serious.
Sōshun (sighing): "Thank you, Ludociel. Now, let's get back to these complaints."
Elena glances at the towering stacks of paperwork and sighs.
Elena (moaning): "Ugh~ That is too many, senpai~"
Scene: Rumors of a Fight
INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – ACADEMIC BRANCH – PRIVATE TEA LOUNGE – AFTERNOON
The private tea lounge, bathed in golden sunlight streaming through large windows, is the epitome of refinement. Velvet chairs encircle an elegant tea table laden with porcelain cups and freshly baked treats. The scent of roses drifts through the air, lending a luxurious feel to the gathering. Seated around the table are five of the academy's elite students, each girl the picture of privilege and grace.
Angela sits at the head, her presence calm but commanding. Next to her are Rina Rosenkreuz and Eloise Diesel, both leaning in with interest, while Elena Togami, the council secretary, appears slightly withdrawn. Across from them is Vivienne Devereux, her eyes still a bit red from tears.
Rina (placing a hand over Vivienne's): "Vivienne, dear, are you sure you're okay? It must have been terrifying, being ambushed like that."
Vivienne bites her lip, looking down as she recalls the incident.
Vivienne (voice trembling): "It was awful. They just appeared out of nowhere, surrounded me like... like I was some kind of prey. And then, they tore off my clothes just to get to the Hard Taping Custom—like they had a right to humiliate me! I was so scared…"
Vivienne's voice breaks, and Eloise reaches over, gently patting her arm.
Eloise (fuming): "Those superpower savages. Attacking you just because we have something they don't? How dare they? It's beyond pathetic."
Rina nods in fierce agreement, her gaze sharpening.
Rina (disdainful): "All that brute force, and they have nothing to show for it. So they attack anyone who can make them feel small. It's the height of barbarism."
Elena takes a deep breath, her brows knit in frustration as she sips her tea.
Elena frowns, crossing her arms with a dramatic sigh, though her eyes twinkle mischievously.
Elena (pouting): "They're driving us all crazy. Senpai and the council have had complaints piling up nonstop. I've hardly had any time to spend with him—poor Sōshun's completely buried in those reports."
Angela's expression remains calm, though a glint of amusement shines in her eyes.
Angela (playfully): "Oh? And here I thought you liked the extra time in the council room with him."
Elena (sighing, wistfully): "I wouldn't mind if he'd at least notice, but he's been all work and no play lately! And now, with Ludociel proposing that ridiculous 5v5 match, the poor thing hasn't had a moment's peace!"
The girls exchange glances, and a murmur of disapproval spreads around the table.
Eloise (shaking her head, aghast): "A duel? Like... what, we're back in the Dark Ages? It's all just so brutish!"
Rina (wrinkling her nose): "Exactly. The thought of us lowering ourselves to their level—it's ridiculous. And so… undignified."
Vivienne nods quickly, shuddering at the thought, while Angela's eyes light up with a faintly amused glint.
Angela (smiling slyly): "Oh, come on. It could be... entertaining, no? Don't you want to see just how much our new toys stack up to them? My brother Alexei wiped the floor with four of them yesterday in a one-versus-four skirmish. I bet they never saw it coming."
Angela's mischievous comment stirs a round of laughter from the girls, and even Vivienne perks up a bit, her eyes glinting with newfound confidence.
Eloise (grinning): "Yes! I heard Alexei was brutal. Maybe this could be a way to remind them they're outmatched."
Rina (smirking): "I mean, can you imagine? They'd get crushed. They'd finally see that brute strength alone won't get them far."
As the girls continue their chatter, Elena looks surprised that the girls would be so interested in the proposal.
Elena (concern): "Hey, girls, girls, no!! The council already denied the match proposal. No barbaric showdown, I'm afraid. Senpai's convinced it'd be a waste of time, and frankly, I agree. We're here to innovate, not play their games."
Angela (sighing, with a touch of disappointment): "Oh? That's a shame. And here I thought it's time to grab some popcorn."
The girls laugh, though Angela's disappointment lingers, her gaze drifting to the large window overlooking the academy courtyard. Sunlight filters through the glass, casting soft shadows across the room, creating a moment of peaceful contrast to their spirited conversation.
Rina (smirking): "Popcorn or not, Angela, I think you're right. Just knowing we have the upper hand is enough. They can stew in their own frustration all they want; it just proves we're already a step ahead."
Vivienne, seeming emboldened by the confidence of her friends, lifts her chin, her previous fear slipping away.
Vivienne (with a faint smirk): "If they're angry now, they're going to be livid once they realize we don't even need to lift a finger to make our point. The Hard Taping Custom, all these advancements—it's proof we've moved past needing just brute strength."
Eloise taps her teacup thoughtfully, her eyes glinting as she shares in their quiet triumph.
Eloise (leaning in conspiratorially): "Exactly. Let them have their tantrums. At the end of the day, the academy knows where its support comes from. And they know who'll lead them forward. We don't need a fight to prove our value."
Scene: A Royal Suggestion
INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – ACADEMIC BRANCH PRIVATE LOUNGE – EVENING
The room is dimly lit, a perfect blend of warmth and sophistication, with plush leather chairs, an intricately carved glass table, and the faint glow from the fireplace casting soft shadows. Alexei and Floria sit side by side, deep in flirtatious conversation while hugging each other, their laughter filling the air. Across from them, Yue reclines, watching the two with an unreadable expression.
Yue (smirking): "You know… if you two want some privacy, I could leave."
Alexei (grinning, without missing a beat): "Oh, you'd do that?"
Yue (leaning back, stretching): "Nah~ I'm the King; I do what I want."
Floria (sighing, a playful roll of her eyes): "Haizz, of course. Why do we even pretend otherwise?"
Just then, the sharp, confident click of heels echoes from the hallway, and Angela strides in, her expression a mix of calm and sly amusement.
Angela (in a sing-song tone): "Hey, boys~ And Floria." (pauses, glancing around) "Where's Lysander?"
Yue (shrugging, smirking): "Who knows? Playing with the dog, as usual."
Angela smirks but doesn't comment further, a gleam of excitement flashing in her eyes as she leans on the back of Yue's chair.
Angela: "So, I came across something rather interesting today. Seems that Ludociel is proposing a 5v5 showdown between the branches. Isn't that exciting? Imagine—free publicity for our weapons, our tech, the best chance to flaunt our superiority to every hunter and rich kid on campus."
Yue raises an eyebrow, glancing at her with mild curiosity, while Alexei sits up, intrigued.
Alexei (smiling slowly): "A fight like that? I like the sound of it. Nothing like putting our tech on full display. Plus…" (grins) "I could finally see if that 'dog' has any bite to match his bark."
Floria (smirking): "Isn't he a werewolf? So, technically, a very big bark?"
Alexei (chuckling): "Semantics, babe. Either way, I want to see what he's made of."
Yue (frowning slightly): "Do we really need to get involved? It sounds... barbaric. Representing the superpower branch is just not my thing—like stepping in to fight on behalf of a bunch of brawling gorillas. We've spent years rising above that."
Angela's eyes narrow, her tone growing more persuasive as she moves to sit across from him.
Angela (leaning in, with a slight smile): "True. But think of it this way, Yue—if you're on the superpower team, it gives them hope. They'll finally see what they could aspire to if they reached their potential. And if we set up a weak opponent for you, you could finish your fight quickly. It's a win-win: we demonstrate our strength, and the branch tension cools down."
Yue leans back, considering her words, his fingers tapping against his glass thoughtfully.
Yue (murmuring): "Hope? They've had chances to develop. They're just clinging to raw power because they're afraid of anything else. And we're supposed to make them feel... included?"
Angela gives a knowing smile, nodding.
Angela: "You wouldn't be doing it for them. You'd be doing it to remind everyone of our dominance in a fair setting. And by finishing quickly, you'll show everyone that control beats strength every time. If you win your match decisively, it's an unmistakable message. Plus," (smiling wider) "think of the marketing—our best weapons, showcased in front of students, hunters, and, more importantly, investors. They'll finally see what separates us from brute force."
Yue's eyes glint with newfound interest as he considers the practical benefits. He gives a small nod, a faint smirk forming.
Yue (sighing, almost to himself): "Fine. I'll step in… but let's make it swift."
Angela claps her hands in delight, her eyes gleaming as she turns to Alexei.
Angela (smirking): "Perfect! Now, who should take on Ludociel...?"
Alexei's gaze shifts to Angela, and he raises an eyebrow, his grin widening.
Alexei (grinning): "How about a toss-up between you and big bro? I can just picture the look on her face when she realizes she's outmatched. They're in for a wake-up call."
Angela (chuckling): "An excellent idea."
As the Gentoshis exchange glances, Floria, watching their confidence grow by the second, clears her throat and speaks softly.
Floria (concerned): "Sorry, but… who exactly are the fourth and fifth-ranked students?"
Yue (nonchalant, shrugging): "Couldn't tell you. Probably some weakass I beat without breaking a sweat."
Angela's gaze sharpens, her tone softer as she explains.
Angela: "We have seen the fourth-ranked student before—Shizuka Maidono, the strongest first-year, nicknamed Sea Witch. She's got an A-rank in water control. Her mana pool's small, but her skill with it is one of the best in the school."
Angela lets a small smile flicker across her lips.
Angela (smiling): "She's no real threat. Stall her long enough, and she'll be out of mana. Her attacks are weaker than Lysander's Azure magic swords, so intimidating she is not."
Alexei (musing): "So, we can rule her out."
Angela nods, then continues.
Angela: "And the fifth student, Drole Ennadai. A third-year who can increase the mass of his weapon up to five tons. He's strong but slow. Nothing we can't handle."
Yue gives a satisfied nod, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he surveys his siblings and Floria.
Yue (smirking): "Then it's settled. We're ready. Let's show them who's really in charge here."
Scene: A Royal Suggestion 2
INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – STUDENT COUNCIL OFFICE – MORNING
The student council office is filled with an unusual energy as stacks of paperwork lie scattered around, each pile detailing reports of escalating tensions, broken equipment, and mounting complaints from both branches. Sōshun Murasame, the student council president, sits at the head of the table, his expression one of exhaustion as he flips through yet another stack of forms. Beside him, Elena Togami, the council secretary, looks equally worn out, her normally playful demeanor subdued by the relentless administrative strain. Oliver, ever-diligent, is furiously scribbling notes, his brows knit with concern.
Just as Sōshun is about to sign off on yet another incident report, the door opens. Yue Monarchy Gentoshi steps in, his calm but commanding presence immediately drawing every eye in the room. Sōshun looks up, momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of the academy's "King."
Yue (smiling calmly): "Good morning. I understand the council's workload has been... rather heavy these days."
Sōshun blinks, caught off guard, but quickly straightens, his fatigue momentarily forgotten.
Sōshun (relieved): "Yue! Good to see you… What's the matter?"
Yue steps forward, his tone measured, yet every word seems to resonate with an unspoken authority.
Yue (calmly): "I've been hearing a lot about the tensions between the two branches. The hostility is escalating, and clearly, administrative warnings aren't enough to stop it." (glances at the paperwork) "I want to offer a solution—a definitive way to end this conflict."
Elena perks up, her curiosity piqued, while Oliver exchanges a hopeful glance with Sōshun.
Elena (curious): "A solution? Please tell me it doesn't involve more paperwork."
Yue allows himself a faint smile, then speaks with quiet conviction.
Yue: "I'm aware of Ludociel's proposal for a formal match—five students from each branch, facing each other in a controlled environment. I came here to endorse it and represent the superpower branch myself."
A stunned silence fills the room as his words sink in. Sōshun's face breaks into a wide grin, relief evident as he leans forward, a weight visibly lifting from his shoulders.
Sōshun (delighted): "This is... incredible! A formal match could finally put this to rest and with you on board, there's no way it would get out of hand."
Elena, however, narrows her eyes, her brow furrowing with concern.
Elena (hesitant): "But Yue, are you sure you want to represent the superpower branch? From what we've seen, most of your close allies come from the academic branch."
Yue's gaze doesn't waver as he meets Elena's eyes.
Yue (calm, unwavering): "Yes, I understand the optics. But while I might be more aligned with the academic branch on many things, I am a superpower student. It's only fitting that I represent them in this match. It's time they had a clear, decisive result they can respect."
Sōshun nods, clearly pleased with the confidence and clarity Yue brings to the situation.
Sōshun (thoughtful): "This is exactly the kind of leadership we need. But let me ask—do you really believe this match will settle things between the branches?"
Yue crosses his arms, considering for a moment before responding, his voice steady and calm.
Yue: "If this match can show the superpower branch where they truly stand, it'll curb their frustrations. And the academic branch will have a chance to demonstrate why their technological advancements are valuable beyond mere physical strength."
Oliver, ever-practical, taps his pen against his notebook, looking thoughtful.
Oliver (murmuring): "It could work... with the right setup. And if we hold it in the main hall, the whole school can witness it firsthand."
Elena nods, though her tone remains cautious.
Elena (concerned): "But what if it backfires? We don't want to deepen the divide by creating more resentment."
Yue's expression hardens slightly as he considers her words.
Yue (calm but firm): "Then we ensure it doesn't. The match should be fair, respectful, and decisive. This is a demonstration, not a battle of egos."
Sōshun leans back, his relief palpable as he studies Yue's determination.
Sōshun (smiling, impressed): "With you leading this, Yue, I'm optimistic it'll work. You've done more to bring both branches to the table in one visit than all our rules and paperwork have managed in weeks."
Elena, still wary but softening, gives a small smile.
Elena: "Then let's do it. I'll draft the guidelines—no foul play, no tech manipulations, and the match will be overseen by neutral observers."
Sōshun nods, his voice carrying the authority of his decision.
Sōshun (firmly): "It's decided then. A 5v5 match, each branch choosing their best, under strict rules. The outcome will be respected by everyone."
Yue inclines his head, his eyes glinting with a sense of purpose as he glances over the council members, their relief and resolve a testament to his influence.
Yue (quietly): "Then we'll make it happen. This rivalry ends in that arena."
The council room fills with a renewed energy, the members nodding in agreement as they begin preparations for the match. Elena reaches for her notepad, already outlining the rules and requirements, while Sōshun leans back, a rare smile breaking through his usual serious demeanor.
Sōshun (to Yue, warmly): "Thank you, Yue. Truly. This match might be the turning point we needed."
Yue gives a faint nod, his gaze distant but resolute. As he turns to leave, the council watches him go, each feeling a renewed sense of purpose as they prepare for what promises to be a decisive showdown for the academy's future.