[In one of the VIP boxes]
"Quite a formidable young lady you have here, Headmaster Louis..."
"Ohohoho! Formidable indeed! Can't say the sa about that young man of yours!"
Mirage, disguised as the Headmaster of the Academy, who had gone missing, laughed as he looked towards a tall man.
Seated beside him in one of the VIP box's comfortable red fur couch was the Headmaster of the Luton Academy, Donatello.
Donatello was a handso man dressed in a black suit.
Long and dazzling black hair, black eyes with a devilish look to them, and a handso face that makes him appear slightly androgynous.
However, there was one thing about him that no one would have expected from first impressions.
He was of considerable age. He was also quite fussy over his appearance.
Because of this trait of his, he had undergone magic and such to make himself look considerably younger.
Thus, for his current appearance.
So, for a man who was around the sa age as Louis, who was living in his 60s and 70s, he looked no different compared to any charming young man in his mid-20s.
Donatello stroked his chin thoughtfully, gazing through the large glass pane.
He stared at the holographic cube that floated in the air, giving them a real-ti recording of the competition.
This scene of Cicillian's pitiful defeat was still fresh in his mind.
He drew his eyes and attention back to the old Headmaster next to him.
His blank and stoic lips then curled into a simple smile.
He then softly spoke:
"I suppose not... It wasn't my choice to choose, after all."
Louis stroked his awfully long white beard like the wise old sage he "was".
He gave a haughty laugh.
"Ohohoho! Would you have chosen soone different, then?"
Despite Louis's patronising tone, Donatello saw nothing of it.
It was, after all, just a playful and competitive gesture.
There wasn't to get upset about when they were having a friendly competition between their academies.
Adjusting his black tie, Donatello opened his mouth again as his eyes looked over the audience stands.
"Lots of people this year, it seems... Could it be you had so rather interesting students this year around? Or could it be all for this young girl currently competing?"
"Hm? Of course, we do! But why are you putting yourself down, Headmaster Donatello?"
Louis leapt out of his seat energetically, his robe fluttering in his quick movents.
"They could all be here to spectate your students as well!"
Donatello gave a chuckling snort at that as he leaned into the back of his seat.
"I doubt that... You must have so with high potential, no doubt..."
His gaze then pierced through the glass window of their box and looked towards another VIP box.
His eyes then t with a black reflective wall, which he could only assu to be made of glass.
A one-way glass window.
The pupils in his eyes then dilated before morphing into slits.
His vision then broke through the black wall, piercing through and entering the box and gazing at the people inside.
However, he soon withdrew his gaze once he felt the eyes of another staring back at him.
But before he withdrew it completely, he gave a curious glance at the one staring at him.
A glimpse of a golden crown entered the corner of his eyes.
Sucking his vision out from the VIP box, he looked towards Louis.
"Even your kingdom's royal family is here."
Louis waved his hand dismissively, "They're always here this ti of year!"
"Is that so? But are they always excited? They seed to be impatient about sothing."
Louis eyed the handso man before responding, "We just have their Second Prince, is all. I'm sure they'll get excited about sothing more coming up."
Louis then froze as he held his chin.
"Ah... You know what? I have yet to greet them since the tournant had begun. I bet this would be an excellent ti to."
"Ahaha... Yes, you should, Headmaster Louis."
"Don't miss for too long, these old bones of mines would take a while to co forth and back."
"Just be here before this part of the tournant reaches its climax."
***
As Louis, or Mirage, walked through one of the open corridors of the Colosseum, his eyes couldn't help but be attracted to a certain passerby in the corridor.
Clad in a dark brown cloak, they walked past him in an inhuman-like manner. In the sense that their steps were inconsistent.
From a stiff walk to a fluid step, they walked as though they were so kind of machinery.
And it didn't help that their face was covered with a mask that shrouded their face even further behind the shadow due to their cloak's hood.
After his spark of curiosity died, he continued his march towards the royal family's VIP box.
And once reaching their door and raising his hand to knock, he heard a voice resound through the door and invited him in.
Opening the doors, he made his way into the room, his feet making contact with the red carpet.
In the very instant he ca in, eyes were drawn to his elderly figure.
Louis took a knee and greeted them without raising his eyes imdiately, "I greet the Royal Family."
Once saying that and raising his gaze, he was t with the sight of a mature woman's face looking back at him with orange straight hair and brown eyes.
Although her face undoubtedly had wrinkles, she was, without a doubt, still beautiful with her radiant and warm smile.
And beside her, getting out of his chair, was the king himself.
With a crown situated on his blonde hair that seed to flow down his neck like a lion's mane, he strolled over to Louis.
He was dressed in a royal manner, with his attire consisting of the colours mainly red, orange, and yellow, like those of a fla.
He was tall, standing to the height of about 6 ft 4.
He was broad-shouldered, giving him a powerful first impression that was complented by his thick arms and large hands.
His gruff face also added to this first impression, as his golden eyes rested on Louis's kneeling figure.
Once reaching Louis, he stretched his large palm out to the old man and...
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