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Mirror Chamber

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Sweet! This tournament should be a real lively one, then. |
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Who knows? And also, who cares? |
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This year, I'll have to work extra hard on my makeup to make sure I'm shining like a diamond on the new Ultravision displays. With all the exertion, I'll need to be touching it up constantly! |
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*Sigh* ...House Pomefiore is the only dorm that regularly calls timeouts to fix their makeup. |
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How can you all be so excited to be on TV? Just the idea of it makes me wanna puke. |
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*Ahem!* As I was saying. |
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Oops, sorry! |
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Now, as soon as your dorms' player rosters are settled, I'll need your registration documents. Any dorm that is even a single day late— |
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Will be promptly disqualified, I trust. |
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No. They will be charged a handling fee. Consider it remuneration for rush processing. |
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What? I don't approve of you changing the rules to allow for policy exceptions! |
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And I couldn't be more grateful for it! Ha ha ha! |
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Let's try to stay on topic. We need to discuss the tournament bracket. I had an idea I'd like to propose. |
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And that is...? |
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It concerns the Diasomnia housewarden. I think that we should induct Mr. Draconia into the hall of fame to keep him off the field entirely. |
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Say whaaat?! |
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What are you on about? |
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Ever since Mr. Draconia enrolled here, no dorm has scored even a single point against Diasomnia. Diasomnia regularly scores 100 points per game, with 90% of them being from Mr. Draconia himself. |
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Now that you mention it, when we had to face them last year, it did feel completely futile. |
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The dude totally breaks the game. It's like he's got cheat codes enabled. |
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I'm all for it. Getting stomped isn't exactly fun for us either. |
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And you're sayin' you expect us to make fools of ourselves on the field again this year? |
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It certainly brings me no pleasure to suggest it. Regardless, Mr. Draconia has already agreed to be inducted into the hall of fame. All we need now is the committee's approval. |
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So you're sayin' we need a handicap. Listen and listen well, Teach... Ain't nothin' I hate more than someone tellin' me "you can't win" before I even begin to fight. |
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No, that is not my intention— |
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Then what is? First of all, Spelldrive ain't a game about power. It's all about what's up HERE, in your head! |
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I'm pretty sure my head can't beat Malleus's. |
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I don't doubt that. But mine can. Sure, in a battle of brute force, no one's beatin' him. But in a battle of wits—that's a different story. |
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Intriguing... |
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For once, Leona is making perfect sense. I agree—this plan is utter nonsense. It reeks of some kind of unconscious bias on your part. And I despise that sort of thing. |
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I am in complete agreement with Housewarden Vil. As one of the foremost mages here, the last thing I want to do is give up without a fight. |
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Don't you wanna see that self-important, stuck-up jerk's crestfallen face get broadcast to the whole world? Doesn't the thought of it make you wanna roar? |
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Heh heh. That would certainly boost the ratings! |
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Well, I certainly don't want to be on the losing side of this. |
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Seriously? I'm the only one who wants him in the hall of fame? |
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I think we have our answer. The hall of fame idea is officially shut down. |
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*Sigh*... Fine, fine. |
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That's your call. |
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Well, that was the last item on today's agenda. Everyone, remember to submit your registrations. Not that I would be upset if it were to slip your mind... Heh heh heh. |
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Incidentally, where IS Malleus? Did everyone forget to invite him again? |
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Stairway

Heartslabyul Student A |
The Spelldrive tournament rosters should be final any day now. |
Heartslabyul Student B |
Have you come up with any flashy new spells? |
Heartslabyul Student A |
You know it! I already showed one to Professor Crewel and he seemed pretty impressed. I can't wait to show it to Housewar— BWAAAAAH?! Gah! That hurt! |
Heartslabyul Student B |
Hey! What just happened?! Why'd you tumble down the stairs like that?! |
Heartslabyul Student A |
My ankle... It hurts! |
Heartslabyul Student B |
Oh no! We gotta get you to the nurse! |
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Shyeheehee! |
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