FLASHBACK START

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From the moment I was born, there's been a boulder on top of me that's too heavy to move. |
Attendant A |
Crown prince Falena is such a bright and cheerful young man. I don't understand why his younger brother has to be so moody all the time. |
Attendant B |
And he possesses such a terrifying power! Imagine being able to turn anything to sand! |
Attendant C |
Both of you, cease this conversation right now! What if someone overhears you?! |

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I bet that if I were the crown prince, this is what they would have said: "Crown prince Leona is a judicious young man— look how he controls such powerful magic! I don't understand how Falena can be so carefree." This is all because I was born second. They'd find fault in me no matter what —just so they could use it as a pretext to praise my brother. No matter what I do, I can never be the best. |
Falena |
Leona! Why weren't you at today's ceremony? |
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Ceremony? Ah, you mean the self-indulgent party where you show off your son to the people? Yeah, sorry I missed that. I fell asleep. |
Falena |
Showing the people the face of their future king is an important affair. |
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Yeah, it's a happy day for sure—also known as the day the despised second son loses what little claim he had to the throne forever. |
Falena |
Do not frame it in such terms! |
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Must be nice to be the firstborn, huh? You can spend every day singing and napping and still become king. |
Falena |
Leona... You may never become king, but you are still wise. There is much you could do for this country. |
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And maybe if this country selected its kings on the basis of intelligence, I'd be motivated to do something with that wisdom. |
Falena |
Leona, wait! Leona! |

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Why do I have to spend my life feeling this way, just 'cause I was born a few years too late? No matter how hard I study, no matter how powerful the magic I command... From the day I was born till the day that i die, no one will ever acknowledge that I'm better than my brother. I will never be king. Why did I have to be born second? Why will I never, ever get to be the best? Why? Why? Why? Life truly is unfair. |
FLASHBACK END

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Hey! Wake up! |

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...Huh? |
Savanaclaw Dorm - Spelldrive Stadium

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I did it! He's awake! I was startin' to think you weren't ever gonna regain consciousness! Now, hurry up and confess. |

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Wh... What? |

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Mr. Kingscholar. Your negative energies accelerated your blot accumulation, inducing an overblot episode. Do you not remember? |

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Wait, ME...? I overblotted? No way... |

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And more importantly, the Spelldrive tournament is about to begin. I'm gonna need you to confess that you're the culprit, so I'm allowed to enter! |

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Heh. If this is a joke, I ain't laughin'. |

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The headmage got Grim's group to investigate the accidents in exhange for letting them compete in the tournament. |

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Whaaat? THAT'S what this has all been about? |

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You bet it has! And EXCUSE you?! You were the one pushin' people down stairs for the chance at a little fame and glory! |

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Urk... W-well... Fair point, I suppose. |

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Is he correct? Were you responsible for the series of injuries sustained by competing players? |

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...Yeah. That was me. |

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Very well. Then to begin with, Savanaclaw House will be disqualified from this year's tournament. The rest of your punishment will be decided after I discuss it with the victims. Are we clear? |

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...Understood. |

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Headmage, wait. |
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