The male with moss green hair and a pair of shimmering oceanic blue eyes (hidden behind an a blindfold with an ouroboros symbol) sat on his balcony with a thinking-look. He has been sitting there for an hour and staring at nothing but the horizon.

He couldn't remember why he was in Roux's arms last night. It seems that all memories before that, were deliberately erased and his blindfold didn't even reacted which means no magic incantation was used.

Touching his blindfold he wonders how the culprit erased his memories which were being protected by a heavy enchantment from his grandmother.

'And beside why would they erase it? What's their motive?' , he thought whilst producing a 'hmm' sound.

'Never mind. No harm was done so I'll overlook it', he shrugged before changing his clothes. He finishes doing his hair and after he swiped Owl off his feet.

Owl released a surprise hoot. He's not done admiring his gorgeous feathers yet! This master is cruel!

"I can hear you.", Tyrespiel coldly said as he glares down at Owl whose position was upside down(his master holds him like a chicken about to be slayed)

While walking to his destination, he couldn't help but to think about his previous life as Tristan. Before his illness, he was attending school like any other teenager. He even had a bestfriend, his friend was weird though because he was cold and aloof and quite over protective.

He's an upperclassman named Stephan.

He has auburn hair and bright green eyes and frickles too. Stephan acts like a noble in the 18th century, always using idiomatic words as insult and has a very creative and extensive way of speaking. Which means his understanding of currency was below C.

" what can a paper's value be? If you so said that papers have value in them then why are you writing on that paper!? WHY ARE YOU WRITING ON A PAPER MONEY!...... atleast a coin can be proven of value: gold, copper and silver is what it's made of, idiot. "

He let out a chuckle at the memory.

Beside Stephan, now that he thought of his previous life he misses his parents even though they are barely present in his life but still they cared about him.

Snapping out his thoughts due to Owl's simultaneous hoots. Owl stopped hooting once he sees his master glaring down at him again.

"Someday..someday...hmm..", Tyrespiel licked his lips while hungrily staring at Owl.

Wowoooo, he's just trying to comfort his master! He didn't do anything wrong!

- Angelus Academy, right wing,

In the round dining table sat his two brothers and the princes. They all turn their heads to him once he opened the crimson colored doors. Lores felt like a naked lamb under the cold winter night.

"Goodmorning.", Roux was back to himself, his soft whispers turned to cold statements.

"Good morning, Master Tyespiel..", Stephane's greeted him with a fond smile.

"Morning..", Konrad replied whilst stuffing his mouth with food he could reach around his area almost grabbing Stephane's if it wasn't for him slapping Konrad's hands.

'He did that while smiling too... How scary...'

" dont. " , he glared at his two brothers. Guess he woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

"We haven't even done anything yet!"

"You are about to."

He saw how they lifted their asses from their seats and he bets his 'straight' virgin self that if he hadn't stopped them, they would have leaped onto him FROM the other side of the table.

Sitting on a chair faraway from these characters who clearly want to be beside him, he called the maid to deliver his food on the table. He let go of Owl either, letting him run around the table pecking foods he wish to swallow.

"It's nice of you to come and watch your brother..", he smiled at Roman, ignoring the esteemed princes sitter at the head of the elongated rectangle table.

"Oh, I wouldn't miss the opportunity to see him lose. I even prepared my recording device already.... cost me almost all my allowance..", he sweetly replied.

"That's good..."

Kaspian watched them interact. How could his brother be deceived by this devil!? Didn't he see that Roman is gonna enjoy his misery once he loses?

All this were witnessed by Roux, Stephane and Konrad and they couldn't help but look at each other for a second before resuming to eat.

Siblings tsk tsk tsk

The third contest of the Rivalry game.

The audience are ten times enthusiastic today, they are cheering for the contestants they supports. They are in an uproar because today is the final stage of Pme named Island Hunt:

First, of course the hunt will happen in an island,

And secondly, There is a time limit─ 72 hours to hunt to pass the third round.

In the island, there are ways to earn points which can be harvested through hunting in which the contestannts will fight off a registered devil beast and collect the tokens inside it.

Another way of earning points is to Harvest valuable plants that are listed in the wanted list given by the emcee.

And the island that they will be using is the Royal Family's─ Isla Gumamela. It is a large island that is abundant of mana because of gumamelas growing around it. In here, the individual's mana temporarily increases by three.

The places that will be used as the Elite's bases are Lake Asul, Mount Kahel, and Red Woods,

The Lake Asul is an acidic water resource that could melt the strongest steel, it is where the most poisonous snakes reside─ inside the acidic lake.

Albeit the acid element, it is a vital component for making liquid medicinal substances.

This is where Shane is appointed.

The Mount Kahel is a 38 feet tall mountain with undying flames guarded by phoenixes. The undying flames is where they burn and rose alive from— the peak which rare yellow violas grow.

Rumoured to be the flower of immortality.

It is said that there lived a phoenix queen but she couldn't conceive an egg therefore ending the royal bloodline of dragon phoenixes.

This is Izekiel's trademark.

The Red Woods is a mystical forest with dim red sunlight and reddish soil and trees, thin yet taller than any normal tree. The weirdest thing? the trees smells like flowers although they're all the same trees they have different flowery smells.

The trees produces special seeds and fruits that gives magical or physical temporary upgrade. And seeds born from this trees can be planted anywhere without worrying about the weather.

This is Tyrespiel's base.

Island Hunt or Companion Test exam begins,

"The space fragment users will start warping you to Isla Gumamela in 25 minutes so make sure you have your needed amount of necessities packed because you will be staying in the island for 72 hours."

The speaker said making the contestants starts to protest.

"Ah yes, it was supposed to be only 48 however everyone have the potential to enter so it was decided that all of you will stay there for 3 days."

Tyrespiel nodded his head looking at his brother's determined eyes, he pats his head gently.

"Do your best, Kasp. Don't feel pressure, just enjoy..", Roman made a face as he watches his oldest brother smoother Kaspian with sweet words of reassurance.

'Hmp! '

"ANGELUSSSSSSSS! "

"WE'RE READYYYYYYYYYYY!"

The audience and participants yelled back with such enthusiasm. Today they will witness geniuses compete to get in and receive privileges offered by the Elite Union.

"You completed the two rounds with flying colors and now your journey is coming to an end. Because your real adventure is just about to start. No matter what─... "

The speaker standing in the middle of the arena watched the participants with a proud smile.

"WIN OR LOSE ATLEAST YOU KNOW YOU TRIED YOUR BEST AND LEARNED FROM IT!!!"

The contestants along with the audience answered just the way how elders taught them of accepting their fates and should learn from their mistakes.

The speaker smiled, they are truly promising young ones.

"That said, we will introduce the carriers of 200 points! From the most beautiful bloodline, Tyrespiel Lor Crosseart! Our mysterious-eye-covered heir!"

The familiar moss-colored hair appeared in an instant beside the speaker whose startled by the infamous Crosseart's son but they smile regardless.

"Whooo! You are steadily advancing in magicule rank, Lord Tyres!"

Tyrespiel gives a subtle nod because that's the only thing he could do since if he spoke, he's sure that he will stutter. The audience cheered even louder.

"I heard a rumor going around that if Lord Kaspian wins this tournament you will take off your eye-cover..."

And again,Tyrespiel gave him a subtle nod confirming the said rumor making everyone shout in enthusiasm: some jump on their seats, others outmatch the squeals, and we cannot forget those who were quietly excited.

Another thing to look forward to.

The contestants showed their enthusiasms too. They contemplate whether they should or not just let the crosseart contestant win completely in order to witness the end of the deal.

But this is a contest— no matter what, this tempting thought cannot win over their goals.

All of them showed interest and began conversing. Although they hate the incompetent and mysterious heir for hiding his current rank and face enough to stir the hateable nobles to make a rumor about it all of them knew what he's capable of.

After all, he is powerful enough even without using his rank.

Many aspiring students look up to him and admired his calculative mind in battles but his personality is what they hate about him; he is rational, gentle, soft hearted to the point he lets others push him around however just a few weeks ago he stood up for himself without his brothers' help.

And that action alone arouse unwanted attentions and interest around the kingdom and his parents away from a trip, after hearing it they almost prepared a party to celebrate this achievement.

They never thought that they will get to live to see their eldest son stood for himself.

But not all passerbys are happy about this and an orbien child proved it.

Tyrespiel took the mic from him.

"Don't feel pressured, don't contemplate. My brother will fight as usual so do your best to outrank him,"

He encourages the doubts out of them earning him a loud applause and cheers, and a dumbfounded look from his brother.

'Are they wishing for my defeat so baldly!?', Kaspian thought receiving a pair of pity eyes from two cloaked individuals.

And, Roman who's watching from the royal's watch room snickered.

"Now, introducing the second elite, our all around sunshine, Shane Kry Morjin!"

A male walked up to the stage.

With sturdy muscled-body up to his mild subtle yellow hair and eyes, a 6'9 ft tall male the age just a year younger than tyrespiel is still treated this way because he is a carefree person everyone wants to be that not even the academy could encourage him to study well and to his father who encourage him to continue scoring 70% because his father barely passed 50%.

"And to complete the trio, Prince Izekiel Tseun Rafael, please come on the stage.."

The speaker sweatdropped seeing the prince leisurely sitting at the end of the stairs with a bored look as if not even the infamous heir could impress him.

He stood and with stiff movements, he made it on the stage whilst giving a lazy nod at the two elites as greetings and the other two who returned the gesture.

"Erm...ehem! Anyway I am sure that the staff already explained their landmarks...."

The speaker glanced at the contestands standing around the stage and to the elites beside him with a complicated look as if he is struggling to say something but with enough will, he spoke again.

"Our top elites, do you want to give the contestants some encouragement before we start?"

He turned to the heir first.

Tyrespiel, with difficulty making words come out of his mouth and a hearing of an almost deaf person gave another nod innocently questioning as to why the speaker turned to him.

The silence came after it with everyone wearing dumbfounded looks but a certain brocon contestant squealed about how cute his older brother is, we don't need to guess who he is.

So with the intention to clear the awkward atmosphere the speaker turned to the excited Shan thanking whoever is out there for creating a sane person among the three.

"Give me some good challengers!!"

Or maybe whoever is out there didn't hear his thanks and prayer. Now his only hope is the 8th prince.

"Make way for my Brother or I'll burn you in the undying flames."

Haha, no, no one is sane in this circle of three.

All of them drains his mentality from the polite threats and innocents nod, he couldn't believe he expected so much yet what he gets is the cheaper expectation.

'Can i get a refund?'

So the peace lasted(?) but chaos seems to be lurking around.