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Ah…

What an incredible feeling.

The power welling up inside of me is irresistable.

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.

FINALE FOR HEARTSLABYUL

Um, I don't think I understood that.

-Me neither. -Oh, come on.

It's not that hard.

He's gone full evil crazy berserker.

If he continues to shed magical energy like this,

he may well lose his life when it runs out.

What? He could die?

We must bring him back to his senses before that happens.

For losing him would be disastrous, of course.

But even worse would be…

Never mind, our students' lives must be our top priority.

Alert the professors and the house warden...

Order in the court!

Are you guys seeing this?

He ruptured the ground.

And all he did was strike the ground once.

That's insane. Overblot is that powerful?

You shall henceforth refer to me only as Lord Riddle.

And should you peasants dare defy me…

Then off with your heads it shall be!

Riddle! You gotta stop...

I am the one who gives the orders!

Now, bow! Bow before your queen!

I cannot block them all.

That all you got?

Well?

Are you ready for your punishment?

It's time for your heads to roll, once and for all!

Everyone, retreat to the Hall of Mirrors.

You heard the man. Let's move.

Huh?

Hey!

Gale force winds!

Come forth, Giant Cauldron!

Are you nuts? What are you doing?

Uh-oh. If he keeps going on like this, things will get real bad.

I refuse to stand by and watch him destroy himself.

Besides, he still hasn't apologized to me,

and I'm not gonna let him get away with that.

What about me? What have I ever done for him?

I'm staying.

Headmage, lead the other students away.

Uh, Trey… hold up.

You have to trust me. I can overwrite his magic for a little while.

That will be your chance to attack.

You must not engage. This is far too dangerous!

Seriously, what are you thinking?

You can't even beat Riddle on a good day.

So, what, you only fight when you know you can win?

You are such a wimp.

You'll never be cool with an attitude like that.

Well, I can't think of a better way to get him to snap out of this.

So unless you got a better idea…

Yeah.

We'll have to face our fears and do it together.

Sorry, Cater.

But I am not going to lose him to this.

Because…

…there's something I need to tell him.

Something I should've done a long time ago.

Fine. Shoot. The things I do for you.

But I do not like or subscribe to this. I mean it.

I understand. Thank you.

Ugh, fine. I shall return once the other students have evacuated.

Do try to survive, please.

Ridiculous fools and shameless rule breakers, all.

Very well. Then you shall all be sentenced to death!

What are those?

Relax, I got this one.

Gale force winds!

There we go!

What?

-Oh, blot! -It's corroding the ground.

You will rue the day you ever dared to challenge your lord.

-Oh, no! -Help! These things got me pinned!

Not good.

Paint the Roses!

That really is a great spell.

Keep your head on a swivel.

Oh, my ribbon. Oh, man.

Trey.

None shall stand in my way!

Where?

-Deuce! Move it! -Huh?

Hang in there, okay?

Nah, forget about me.

You keep fighting, and don't…

Cater.

Cater, no!

What?

You silly. I've been here the whole time.

Oh, yeah. Your Split Card spell.

Quit spacing out. Now let's roll!

Is this guy just a bottomless pit of magic?

I'm ready to go when you are, Trey.

Then let's do this.

I'll cover you.

Paint the Roses!

Cay-Cay-Gang-Gang, time to do your thing.

-With pleasure. -With pleasure.

Fire!

Dude!

Perfect strategy.

-You goin' in? -Bet.

Am I being… overpowered?

Gale force cyclone!

Come forth, Giant Cauldron!

But how?

How?

I am never wrong.

I must be right.

If I'm not right, then…

Then what has this all been for?

Riddle.

Geez. Is this ever gonna end?

Yes.

Look at how he's acting.

He's losing focus, and it's leaving him wide open.

If I can strike at just the right time…

I'd have been a total goner if it wasn't for this thing.

I need that back.

You half-wit.

Have you forgotten you can't use magic?

I will end your miserable life!

Hmm…

Whoa, why is he walking like that?

Don't ask me. It's like he has suction cups on his feet.

TOKYO ENMA

Incredible.

Watch out!

No way. Did he seriously get them all?

Ace, get Deuce and Grim. It's a team battle.

Team battle?

That's what's up. Leave it to us.

Nice work. You wanna go again?

You bet I do.

A wavering sword belies a wavering heart.

And now that you've lost sight of yourself,

you might as well be standing still.

Why do you refuse to obey me?

When bowing your heads will only benefit you?

Riddle! I know you're in there.

Don't let the blot or darkness defeat you!

But I…

I followed all the rules.

How could I be wrong?

How?

Mother? Please…

I don't know how I'm to explain the brilliance of it all.

Things I didn't know,

the games I'd never played.

A bright red tart sitting on a pure white plate.

Parts of a world I longed to live in.

What is the matter with you?

You not only ignored your schedule,

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

No, Mother, wait, you're mistaken!

Permitting any free time at all is simply too much for you.

No, Mother, wait, you're mistaken!

I'll never do it again. I swear!

But Mother is a brilliant woman.

Accomplished and always right.

Who better to trust than her?

And yet,

bound as I am by her rules,

my heart aches.

I need you, Mother.

Which rule do I follow to be rid of this pain?

Riddle.

Riddle.

Riddle.

Riddle.

Riddle.

Riddle.

Riddle.

Riddle.

Riddle!

Trey.

He's awake.

Finally. I've been over here all freaking out like you were never gonna wake up.

What did I… What happened?

Ah, how wonderful.

It would seem your consciousness has been restored.

My what?

Y-You don't need to worry about anything now. Just rest.

Uh-uh! Don't you start coddling him again.

That's exactly why he goes crazy berserker whenever someone raises their voice.

Now the garden is trashed,

and, oh, yeah, a whole bunch of us almost died.

Yeah, that's pretty hard to argue with.

Boy, no kidding.

It sure ain't pretty when you human folk get all stressed.

Okay, but, like, you didn't die, so maybe cut him a little slack for a minute.

-Cater… -Huh?

…I really wanted to eat the chestnut tart.

I don't care about croquet or what color the roses are.

I don't want to take my black tea with sugar. I prefer it with honey.

I like milk tea more than lemon tea.

I want to relax with everyone after a meal.

And I really wanted…

…time…

To play with Trey and Chenya.

No way.

Riddle Rosehearts crying like a baby?

Don't you think you'll get away with this just 'cause you started cryin'.

You could use a crash course on how to read a room.

Riddle…

I'm so sorry.

I knew you were struggling,

and I did nothing but look the other way.

But I won't do that anymore.

Riddle, the way you've gone about things is wrong.

You owe everyone an apology.

I'm sorry.

I'm so truly sorry!

That's funny. I always wondered what I'd say if you ever apologized.

And now that we're here, you know…

One rinky-dink little "sorry" ain't gonna cut it.

I will never let you live this down!

Uh… You sure you wanna say that right now?

Absolutely!

This dude walked all over me and my pride.

Plus, I worked really hard on that chestnut tart,

and he threw it out with the trash!

He's gonna have to prove it to my face, 'cause his words mean nothing to me!

Wow. He's the type of guy that'd hold on to his grudges even longer than me.

If that's the case, what would you have me do?

Well, I don't know about you, but my birthday ain't for a while.

What? What does that have to do with literally anything?

Gettin' there.

I demand a full do-over of the entire unbirthday party.

Wha…

'Cause a certain someone kicked us all out of the last one.

And this time, I want a whole fresh tart from you.

Ah, and you don't get to have Trey come in there and help you out either.

You gotta do it all on your own.

You swing that,

maybe I'll think about forgiving you. Maybe.

Yes, I can do that.

Ah, yes, how lovely it is to see you work things out.

Another issue resolved under my watchful eye.

All right, guess we ought to get started with the clean-up.

Ace is right.

Her beautiful rose garden is totally trashed.

Trey, you think you can get him to the nurse's office on campus?

-Sure. -Yes, come.

I shall be delighted to escort you gentlemen.

All that runnin' and fightin' and screamin'

made me so hungry I could eat an elephant.

Hmm?

Aw, I know that smell!

This is the same type of rock that came out of the big fella

we fought in the magestone mine.

Don't put it in your mouth before you… Stop it!

Ah!

It's so rich and sweet and complex.

And I can detect the faintest hint of a lovely bitter aftertaste.

Y-You're going to destroy your stomach doing that one day.

That's what you think, pal.

What kind of cast-iron guts do you have to process that?

Eating stuff off the ground can still make you sick, ya know?

Now that you mention it, this grass looks pretty good.

All right, stop that. Spit it out. Spit it out!

You gotta ditch those gloves, man.

Nicely done. Thanks, you guys.

-What are we? Your dad? -Huh?

You say something?

Oh, no. Ignore me. It's nothing important.

Please welcome our leader, the red sovereign himself,

our Housewarden, Riddle Rosehearts!

Good.

The roses are red and the tablecloths white.

A perfectly decorated unbirthday.

Uh, and the dormouse in the teapot…

Wait. It doesn't matter if it's there.

You don't have to give up on every rule at once.

Even if you don't spread jam on the dormouse's nose,

you can still eat some.

Instead of thinking in absolutes,

try thinking, "What if we did it like this today?"

Yes. That is wise.

Then let's turn up.

Party time!

Stop everything!

Those roses are white!

No! We're so dead.

Riddle, hang on.

Oh, no. Who was in charge of those?

-Oh, this is bad. -It's going to be off with our heads.

Where were we?

Ah, yes. Silly of me. Our unbirthday.

Yeah!

Long live our red sovereign!

He's growing up. Well done.

Here's the tart I made. I hope you find it satisfactory.

What an interesting design.

I like that you went the extra mile to glaze the strawberries

and really make them shine.

It's well done for your first try.

Ah! You're babying him again.

But I guess today is fine. Let's dig into this bad boy.

Thank you for the tart.

It's so salty! The heck did you do to make it come out like this?

What? I read the recipe so carefully.

And I measured each ingredient twice.

There shouldn't be anything wrong with it at all.

Though I suppose I may have used a bit too much of Trey's secret ingredient.

The oyster sauce?

You did not!

Of course. When we were small,

he said that all the greatest bakers use it for depth of flavor.

And you believed him?

Sorry, I shouldn't laugh, but I've never seen anyone fall for that till now.

Yes, of course.

That was silly of me.

I can always count on Trey to bust out the most a-meow-zing desserts.

Wait. Chenya. Why are you here?

Please. You can't throw such lavish parties and expect me to skip every one.

Merry unbirthday.

Okay, seriously, who is that guy?

Oh, Chenya's a friend from another school.

Oh?

He's a student at the Royal Sword Academy,

which happens to be Night Raven's rival school in many respects.

You guys got other magic schools?

Yeah. Though normally we only ever get to see him at Spelldrive events.

What's Spelldrive?

It's a famous sport. You might enjoy it.

Players battle for control of a disk using their magic abilities.

We've got an interdorm tournament coming up soon.

You need more than strength to win a Spelldrive game.

You also gotta use this.

You're devious, Leona.

I hope they're prepared.

I'm taking everything.

Things at Heartslabyul House are the same as always.

However, this is the start of a fresh new beginning for me.

I will no longer dole out punishments for one or two miscolored roses.

You're so benevolent, Riddle.

Yes. Unfettered from the rules, I am free.

THE POST-MEAL BEVERAGE IS TO BE LEMON TEA WITH TWO SUGAR CUBES

The post-meal lemon tea is only meant to have two sugar cubes.

Oh, no matter.

Ah, yes.

This way is all right too.

You're making really good progress.

Dude, we gotta go.

LEAVE THE TABLE WITHIN 15 MINUTES OF COMPLETING LUNCH

-Has it been 15 minutes already? -No need to rush. Please take your time.

You are so benevolent, Riddle.

Well, I guess in that case, we could stay a little longer.

Sixteen minutes.

Seventeen minutes!

-I gotta walk the fish. -I gotta go eat my homework.

You are so…

Well, you tried.

Hmm. No, no, no. This isn't good.

I need to practice tolerance and grace.

I will no longer give thanks before a meal.

Eh?

I'll add as much sugar as I like.

Eh?

And I'll refill my teacup again and again.

I don't care if all that tea will keep me wide awake.

If I want to enjoy my tea time all night long, then I shall.

-Riddle? -Riddle?

You know, some rules really are there for a reason.

Don't feel like you have to change your good habits.