Into the World of Twisted Wonderland Pt 2

👑 The Beautiful Tyrant: Chapter 72 👑

The drum starts to roll, the crowd going silent as they await the results, quietly anticipating the results. Even the groups on stage had no choice but to become nervous, quietly mulling and waiting for the results to come in. Soon enough, the screen starts to flash, the audience's eyes went wide with shock as the results show on the screen. "Royal Sword Academy!" The host announces, and the coliseum roars with life again, the audience happily cheering at the results. The Royal Sword Academy group looked at the screen in shock, then smiled at each other as they finally processed the sight on the screen, ecstatic at the news as everyone cheers. "What a wholesome performance it was!" The host exclaims, clapping with the audience. "The entire stadium was drawn into a world of fairy-tale fantasy! Second place goes to Night Raven College!" The crowd cheers for the group, despite their placing. "They lost out on first place by just one vote, but their vocals and moves were a tour de force." The group only look at the screen in shock at the news.

"MYAAAH?!" Grim whines as the results were announced. Even Angel pouted a bit, but still clapped at the result, at least happy at the fact that they were in second place. "Nooo! My tuna bonanzaaaa!!!!" He cries. Angel sighs at his antics, too tired to even deal with him, but let him voice out his complaints, despite the whining. She pets him in assurance, seeing that the effect calmed him down a bit, but he was still grumbling about the results.

"Let's have a big round of applause for all of our competing schools and their amazing performances!" The host states to the audience and they happily obliged, shouting, screaming, cheering, and clapping for the groups for their hard work over the course of the months. "Will the winning team please step forward?" The host asks and Neige and the others slowly step forward, awarded with applause from the audience.

Neige only looks at the audience in shock. "O-oh my gosh...Really?" He skeptically asks. "We got the top spot?"

"Oh pick your jaw up off the floor, Neige!" Grum assures him with a smile. "Let's go get that trophy!"

"Hooray! Happy day!" Hop happily exclaims.

"...Wha?" Shelpie rubs his eyes. "Did I doze off again?"

"W-we're number one..." Timmy says timidly, looking at the audience. He quickly hid behind Shelpie, hiding from the crowd. "That's nice and all, but man, this is so embarrassing!"

"Yay! Thank you!" Snick waves to the crowd, only to sneeze. "...Achoo!"

Dominic sniffles. "I'm so happy!" He says between tears. "All that hard work we put into practice was worth it..."

"Why are you crying, Dominic?" Toby asks him. "Everyone else is smiling!"

"Here's your trophy," the host says as he hands Neige the trophy. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you..." Neige says with a smile, tears appearing in his eyes. "Thank you so much! I'm so happy!"

"Now, let's have an encore performance from our winning team!" The host announces. "Take it away, Royal Sword Academy!"

The crowd cheers at the news, happy at the fact that another performance was about to happen.

The group only look at the group in shock. "You're...kidding," Deuce says in shock.

"Just...one vote..." Ace adds.

"Nngh...Nnngh..." Epel grunts, sniffling. "It ain't fair! IT JUST AIN'T FAAAAIR!"

"Now, Epel, don't cry," Kalim pats him on his back. "If you keep crying like that...it's gonna make me cry tooooo!" He says with tears in his eyes. The two hug each other crying. "WAAAAH!"

"Kalim!" Jamil scolds. "Remember, you're supposed to be the Asim family heir. Have a little dignity," he states. "We don't need footage of you bawling your eyes out streamed live to the whole world."

"But it buuuuuuurns!" He exclaims. "Aren't you upset about this, Jamil?!"

"Oh, absolutely," Jamil rolls his eyes, but there was a hint of truth to it. "I'm so upset, I'm beyond words or tears. My mind is a blank."

"You're still on stage. Stop this pitiful display at once!" Vil scolds, and everyone look at him. "Stand tall and don't forget to give our rivals a sporting round of applause," he states.

"You're taking this in stride, Vil," Jamil says. "Are you just used to this by now?"

"Calm? Used to this? Heh..." he slightly chuckles. "OF. COURSE. I'M. NOT," he angrily emphasizes. "I want to walk over and kick all those Royal Sword boys right off the stage!" he says with a glare. "Someone, knock me out before I unleash a tirade of verbal abuse that will mince them to shreds! Why, I'd love nothing more than to hex all the people who voted for them..."

"Oh, fair Vil. Our Roi du Poison," Rook sighs. "I must apologize, for my choice has brought you much anguish. But I simply couldn't lie to myself."

"...Huh?" Vil looks at him in shock. "What are you talking about?"

"The one most deserving of your ire...is moi," he sadly admits.

"What...?" Everyone asks in confusion. 

A/N: Good news guys! The next release will be the final three chapters of Book 5! More information will be released at the end of the chapter releases! (8/3/24)