Chapter 115 - Comforting words from a sore loser. (1/2)
The first days in the morning became the beautiful wake-up for the ones in their beds, the ones on the floor of the dance room, and the ones in the garden.
They were waiting to hear the soft song and chirps of the birds outside, even the school bell, and the so-called broadcast ”News with tarts” song.
However, what they heard was something different. The ones on their beds fell from the impressive sound. The ones in the dancing room kneeled in obedience, with shaking shoulders and muffling their mouths.
The ones in the garden only sighed, some of them clapped, some others admitted their loss, some others swore revenge.
”Muahahahaha!”
Anne was on top of the platform with her bright sphere in her hand.
”The first win is all mine to enjoy, you fools!”
She was happy and jumping, and Gandalf was behind her looking at the ones approaching her with bad intentions. At least, five participants of the contests didn't want to give up and wanted to give her a bit of advanced revenge.
Gandalf walked forward, and his eyes glowed with a red glint.
Anne knew that they were not to stay idle and satisfied with their losses. They will try to seek a bit of blood… *cough* revenge. After all, they were all for revenge on something, on someone, or the whole world.
”My dear companions in purpose,” she said as she was looking at her beautiful glass sphere, ”please don't feel that bad for your loss, we all have bad days, come on, cheer up, life is tough, but so are you.”
”…”
”What? Are you saying you are not tough? Come on, smile…” she smiled brightly, ”you see, I am smiling too.”
Then… ”Muahahaha! Laugh… come on, laugh with me.”
”…”
”You see, don't be sad… sigh… there are many others opportunities, don't you think?”
”…” their eyes were telling her to stop. But… she ignored them.
”This is what I call the learning curve… to the losing path but still learning, right?”
”…” what is she talking about?
”At least you made it this far.”
”…”
”You should know that losing here is like a triumph in itself, you were losing to me, so, you should consider it an honor.”
”…”
The contestants were already creeping out and moving backward.
”Hey, where are you going?! I am not finished. Hey!”
Her little shouts didn't reach their ears, and so the Princess of Lith was left alone to admire her crystal ball.
”Now… what should I do with you?”
She said, but then the answer appeared before her.
”Wait… I can't walk anymore.”
”You idiot, who told you to crash into that building!”
The two chained rivals had arrived at the Academy. Wizard Druon and his friend, Adam Robinson, the Principal of the Academy.
”Princess Anne?” Adam Robinson raised a brow.
”Principal Robinson?” Anne Du Lith raised a brow, and then she looked behind to the man almost collapsing on the floor. ”Wizard.”
”I am dying… I am dying, give me water…” he was now on his knees, then he collapsed without doing anything.
Anne gave the principal the key for the magical chain, a special product of Assistant Vin.
”What a good trick, Princess?” The Principal was trying to smile, but his eyes were devoid of any feeling of happiness.
He kneeled to finally be free from an annoying wizard that was now sleeping soundly on the floor.
”What is going on, Princess?”
He looked at the students in the main hall that were walking outside after being waked up with such a burst of beautiful laughter.
”They had a rough night, Principal,” Anne smirked, ”that fruit punch was strong.”
”What?”
Anne smiled and signaled Gandalf to drag the fainted wizard to their tower. Adam Robinson wanted to hear more details, but suddenly he saw a strange figure walking towards him with a worried expression.
”My love,” Adam opened his arms to welcome the beautiful Monique. ”Were you worried?”
”Yes… sigh…” she smiled and gave him his MINI, ”Joan, Samantha, and Vanessa… who are they?”
”What?”
”Who are they, my love? They had been calling your MINI from morning…”