👑 The Beautiful Tyrant: Chapter 62 👑

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"Don't do it, Rook!" A voice screams out, for Angel and Grim to see a blur in front of them run by

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"Don't do it, Rook!" A voice screams out, for Angel and Grim to see a blur in front of them run by. By the time the two realized who it was, the bottle was knocked out of Rook's hands, the bottle falling and smashing into pieces.

"Roi Doré!" Rook exclaims with shock at the sight of Kalim. "What brings you here?" He asks, seeing that Angel and Grim stepped out of their hiding spot, mainly by the shock of Kalim's appearance.

"Geez, Kalim! Why'd you go and smack the juice right outta Rook's hand?" Grim asks as they approach the three.

Kalim pants. "I made it..." Angel looked at the mess he made, seeing that bottle was smashed to pieces, with the juice trickling around the floor into a puddle. Though innocent as it may be seen, there was something dangerous about it, and she shuddered at it, not wanting to believe that her thoughts were true, but there was no other alternative.

"Why are all of you here?" Vil looks at the group of four in shock. Soon enough, the juice that Angel was looking at started to change, a bubbling noise filling the air along with the clear amber color of the juice turning into a purple color, making her jump back in shock at the change.

"Myah!" Grim exclaims as the others look at the liquid on the floor, seeing that it was trying to consume the floor. "That apple juice on the floor is bubbling and turnin' a poisonous purple color!"

"You used your signature spell to curse that juice, didn't you?" Kalim calmly asks as he looks back at Vil.

"He WHAT?!" Grim exclaims in shock.

"Were you trying to take out your rival?" Angel asks as she looks at him with a slight fear. She couldn't believe it. Vil who was so composed and focused more of using your own means to better yourself without petty tricks was standing in front of her, looking at them in shock at the fact that they figured out the revelation.

"I got a real bad feeling when I saw the look on your face after Neige's rehearsal," Kalim states with arms crossed. "It was practically the same look I saw on Jamil's face when he lost control of himself over holiday break. Angel's expression confirmed that the feeling was true."

Vil looked at the three with a pale but stern expression. His eyes went over to Rook. "Rook. Why did you try and drink that?" He asks. "You had to have known that doing so wouldn't end well for you."

"I wanted to believe in you," He answers with a smile. "You, who strives harder and reaches for greater heights than any other. I didn't want you to besmirch yourself by doing anything foolish. And if the apple juice WAS cursed, I wanted to taste it." His statement made Vil stunned. "I wanted to taste the fruit of a poison derived from an obsession with beauty bordering on madness," he says as to answer his internal question.

"How could you say something like that?!" Kalim angrily shouts at him. Vil looks at Rook with a stern and quiet expression. "And Vil do you have any idea how foolish that was?! You said every other team here would look like spuds compared to us...You said we were going to have the best performance in the world! After all that, why stoop to this?!"

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