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Ace and deuce rushed towards riddle, only to be collared again. The males let out a shrieked. "Ugh.... Shit! We didn't even have time to get out our magic materialized!" Ace uttered in pure frustration. "To come this far and not able to do a thing....." Deuce mumbled still having struggle on adjusting on the collar on him.

Grim was quite hyped up and even tried to interfere the fight, before I glared at his back, making him freeze on spot. "Munyaaa!" I carried him up, restraining him from interfering.

"Strong magic comes from a strong imagination. The stronger your ability to accurately imagine magic, the stronger and more effective it will be. Mr. Rosehearts has polished his magic to a beautiful shine." Mr. Crowley explained.

"Ffgnaaa..... The level gap is too wide." Grim cried out.

Drip

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Drip

Ink? The dark liquids, why am I seeing them? It's not like any other from before.......

I focused my gaze towards the three. "Huh. It didn't even take 5 seconds." Riddle mocked. "And you thought to challenge me with those skills. Aren't you embarrassed?" His expression changed into a serious one. "This just proves that rule violators are always wrong. Just as mother said."

"Guuh..... You're right, rules should be followed. But, enforcing absurd rules just makes you a tyrant!" Deuce yelled despite being uncomfortable with the collar on.

"Ha? Rule breaking has consequences. And, in this dorm, I'am the rules. Those who refused to obey don't get to complain when I take off their head!" Riddle reasoned rather stated.

"There's always limits to it..... Baka~" Riddle's face became red fuming in anger. "Nani!? Who are you to say that! If you can't even follow a simple rule, just what was your education like?"

J̷u̸s̸t̸ ̷w̴h̴a̷t̵ ̸a̶r̷e̴ ̷y̴o̶u̵ ̶r̶e̸a̸d̶i̴n̷g̸ ̴t̵h̴e̸s̶e̴ ̵b̴o̷o̸k̵s̸ ̶f̸o̴r̸?̵!̶ ̷I̵t̴'̴s̸ ̸n̶o̵t̷ ̵l̴i̶k̷e̴ ̸f̷a̸t̷h̶e̶r̶ ̶w̷o̷u̵l̸d̷ ̷t̴a̶k̵e̷ ̶a̶n̶ ̸i̶n̸t̸e̶r̷e̴s̷t̵ ̸t̶o̵ ̷y̴o̸u̸,̷ ̵b̴a̸k̷a̶~̸

A voice of a mocking child made the Mocha haired male widen his eyes in sudden flash of images of him sitting on a desk, hands been clearly bruised. A glitch of a boy standing beside him. As the older one stayed quiet.

"You were probably born from parents that can barely use magic, and didn't receive much in terms of schooling before coming here. You're utterly inadequate." "......." Ciel didn't uttered a word. A tear fell from his eyes. Lost of words as a lump in his throat building up. He wasn't suppose to feel any emotions.