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Very well,

the duel will begin the moment this mirror hits the ground and shatters.

Ready…

Off With Your Head.

Hey!

Ah, no way.

What the heck?

Wow.

Oh, no. You okay?

You couldn't even last five seconds.

A DUEL ILL-ADVISED

The duel has ended.

The victory belongs to current house warden Riddle Rosehearts.

Dang it! He didn't even give us a chance to attack!

I can't believe our only shot is over just like that.

Riddle's just way too fast a spell-caster.

Yeah. He really is on a completely different level.

The strength of one's magic is incumbent on the strength of one's imagination.

The more accurately one can visualize

the effects of the magic they intend to cast,

the greater the precision and power of the end result.

It would appear that Mr. Rosehearts

has endeavored to hone his magic ever further.

Quite bold of you to challenge me,

especially at your pitiful level.

Have you no shame?

You know, I didn't expect either of you to put up a fight.

Your mediocrity has always been clear.

Rule-breakers and renegades will never know success!

Mother was right about people like you.

Just what sort of pathetic upbringing did you have?

It's obvious you were born to parents with no magical ability to speak of.

Have you never been trained until being accepted here?

My word.

It's truly pathetic.

You brat!

I've heard enough out of you!

Hmm?

Huh?

-Riddle! -Hey!

There. Forget the stupid duel.

Forget being house warden.

Let's talk about you!

Why do you care what our parents were like?

What do they have to do with any of this?

We're not trophies for them to brag about.

And you can't judge a parent's worth

based on how their kid turned out!

You turned into a bratty little dictator.

That's not your parents' fault.

In fact, there's only one person to blame.

In the year plus that you've been coming here,

you couldn't manage to make one friend

who cared enough to tell you to cut the crap?

That is completely on you.

What did…

What did you say?

We had a little chat with Trey.

He told us about your past.

You…

Sure. So, you had a crazy strict helicopter mom

who you just had to make happy no matter what.

But even now you're running around whining "Mommy this" and "Mommy that."

Like, do you ever just think for yourself?

Your magic is great and all,

but other than that you're still just a baby!

Happy eighth birthday, Riddle darling.

This is a low-glycemic cake meant to help improve your cerebral function.

It looks good. Thank you, Mother.

But… Um, if it's all right,

and even if it's only once,

I think I'd really like to try a tart topped with big, red strawberries.

Goodness! How could you even ask?

Even a single slice of that glowing poison has

more than twice the recommended daily amount of sugar!

You are never to eat such things!

Do you understand?

I do. Yes, Mother.

Well? Have you finished?

Yes, Mother. Yes, I have.

Then you will use the hour before your Potionology class

to self-direct your study. Are we clear?

Yes, Mother. We're clear.

Of course.

Whatever you say.

What is the matter with you?

You not only ignored your schedule,

but you went out to eat that sugar-laden filth!

Was it those two who led you astray?

No, Mother! Wait! You're mistaken.

They didn't do anything wrong, I swear!

It seems permitting any free time at all is simply too much for you.

-Mother! No! -I shall have to keep a much closer

-eye on you. -No, I… Mother!

I'm sorry! I said I was sorry!

You would dare…

Call me a baby?

He kinda is.

-Now that you mention it… -Right?

You don't know anything…

You don't know anything…

How dare you speak? You don't know a thing about me!

Well, I know enough.

Like that you're a little brat,

and that you make everyone miserable.

Shut up!

Hold your tongue this instant!

My mother has never been wrong!

And that makes me unequivocally correct!

I'm done. The new kid's spot on.

These rules make no sense.

And we're all totally sick of them!

And I've had enough of you throwing your weight around

just 'cause you're stronger than us!

What?

Their attitudes made a complete 180.

I suppose, then, that this is how they've truly been feeling all along.

I'm never gonna listen to you again!

We want our freedom back.

Don't tell us what to eat anymore.

And stop making us sing those stupid songs!

I'm so sick of following your orders.

Who cares how many sugar cubes we use?

So what if I want to drink lemonade at night?

I hate the unbirthday parties. They're pointless.

Meeting notes must be in blue? No one cares!

Okay, um.

Now, settle down, everyone.

Hey, should we do something?

I can't take it anymore!

Step down, you tyrant!

Enough!

Take a look at yourselves right now.

Heckling and throwing things at a duelist? Shame on you all!

If you insist on being so disrespectful,

then I, Yuken Enma, will have to take you on!

Are you okay?

-Hey, you good? -Riddle, relax!

Who was it?

Which one of you dares to throw an egg at me?

Step forward!

Was it you?

You? You?

So be it.

If no one will take responsibility…

Then you must all be punished!

Off With Your Head!

Yes, off with all your heads!

Do you see?

It is undeniable that none of you can best me!

Which makes me more right than anyone.

Because I live by the rules!

This is certainly not rule-abiding behavior.

You will cease this at once, Mr. Rosehearts.

Okay, this is now a problem.

If he keeps letting spells off like that…

We need to get out of here. He's gonna come after us too.

No, not yet.

Something doesn't seem right.

He doesn't look so good.

Give me a break.

This can't be how you act when things don't go exactly your way.

If you wonder why I called you a baby,

then this temper tantrum ought to clue you in!

You take that back.

What's that black stuff?

Oh. Oh, my heavens.

It can only be one thing.

Blot.

Do as I say.

You take that back this instant,

lest you be impaled!

No thanks.

I only said it 'cause it's true.

Whoa! What is that?

This is seriously bad, Trey.

You gotta be kidding.

You have chosen,

and shall be impaled.

Ace! Get out of there!

Rose bushes, run him through and shred him limb from limb!

Paint the Roses.

He got rid of the collars.

How-How is this happening?

Same as the tart, my signature spell.

It allows me to overwrite an object's attributes,

even magical ones.

It's temporary. But at least I can stall him for a moment.

Sorry, Riddle. What I really want to paint over…

Is the version of me who couldn't stop you before it was too late.

Straighten up. Show some respect.

Yes, Housewarden!

-No, there's no way. -He totally did. So I said…

Do the two of you want to lose your heads?

Huh?

Or rather…

long before that even.

I should've painted over the kid who didn't help you.

-What are we gonna do? -Oh! Ah, sweet!

Huh?

Huh?

Huh? Hmm.

What's that sound? A bird?

Uh…

Whoa! There he is!

Huh?

Let's get out of here. I wanna play!

S-Sorry, what do you want with me?

Well, we were gonna go climb trees.

I can't right now.

It's my self-study time.

If you get to pick what to study,

how about you come with us and study yourself climbing a tree?

-Eh… -My grandpa always told me

playing is the best way to study.

I don't know.

Uh,

if it's just for a little bit…

Well, what's your name?

Eh? Oh, sorry.

My name is Riddle Rosehearts.

Call me Chenya.

My name's Trey.

Uh.

Wait for me!

-Wha… -Hey, it's okay. Let's go.

Huh?

Okay. My turn.

W-Wait, are you being for real?

Uh, mm-hmm.

How have you never had a strawberry tart before?

Mother.

She says they're too unhealthy for this stage of my development.

I mean, yeah, if that's like all you're eating.

But one isn't gonna hurt ya.

Hmm.

Well, hey. You want one?

Hmm?

My family owns a bakery.

We can go have a tart now.

Hey, I'm back.

Let's go in the back.

Huh?

Wow!

A bright red strawberry tart sitting on a pure white plate.

I bet this is shinier and prettier

than any magestone anyone has ever seen.

Don't just stare at it.

Yes. Okay.

Riddle. Calm down and listen.

I see…

So even you…

Even you have decided to betray me.

Even though…

I've been so good all these years.

I've always controlled my desires.

I gave up so much!

I'm right.

-I'm always right! -Riddle?

Young man, you must not cast another spell!

No, I'm right, and I will always be right!

No, Riddle!

-Off with their heads! -Off…

Off with their heads!

Off with their heads!

Um, Housewarden?

He completely transformed!

What kind of magic lets you do that?

What an incredible feeling.

The power welling up inside of me is irresistible.

Riddle?

Trey.

Will you still try to stop me?

For any fool who would dare defy me is unwelcome in my world.

In my world, I am the law. I create the rules of existence!

And your queen will have order in the court.

Okay.

What's he doing?

What the heck is that thing?

It is a monster born from Riddle's blot.

I should've been able to foresee this.

To think I allowed a student to Overblot in my presence…

To what? Over… blot?

Yeah, what do you mean by that?

It is a condition which mages must avoid at any cost.

All magic leaves behind a bit of residual negative energy known as blot.

Your magestones serve to collect and process it as it accumulates.

They will, however, reach their capacity and rupture if magic is used in excess.

The blot then overflows and corrodes the mage with negative energy.

They lose control of both their powers and their emotion.

And havoc ensues.

That is Overblot.

My dears,

off with all your heads.

What are you looking at, Idia?

-Little guy. -Ah, that's, uh…

A kitty.

I wanna huff that cat.

Idia, come on. That's not a cat.

That Grim. You know, the monster?

Yeah, I wanna huff that monster cat. Mmm.

It might be better to leave it alone.

It went on a rampage during the entrance ceremony, remember?

Caused a whole bunch of damage.

But the fluffy, I wanna put my face in it.

If you want to huff a cat that badly,

you could always just go out to a cat café.

I don't wanna go out.

This sucks.

Huh? I guess I could always make something.

A multi-modal household device to enjoy all the fluffiness I want.

I guess.

Ortho, I need you to procure materials.

Okay, what do you need?

-Floof. -Eh?

I need floof, all the floof. Big ol' floof.

I don't think I understand what you're asking me to do.

At last, my creation lives!

It comes with a heated vacuum module that allows you

to customize the fluffiness to your preferred texture.

I've also minimized the inevitable decrease in fluffiness you experience

as your face acclimates to huffin' a cat.

I call it…

The "Super Type Zero Electromagnetic Fluff-Huff Beta."

Wait, this doesn't feel right.

Is this what I wanted?

Isn't it?