The Queen Wicked Deeds

There was a state of emergency in the Academy. Two mighty figures were competing in a very aggressive way against each other.

"This is mine, I ordered it first," Princess Anne was looking at the beautiful Billie with narrowed eyes while holding her fork tightly with one hand. However, the left hand was the important one as its task was to grab the fruit tart that was taken hostage by that Billie boy.​​

"I am sorry, my dear Princess Anne, but I have witnesses that I ordered it first."

"Oh, is that true? Then I want to know who are these witnesses?"

"Here they are…"

The whole faculty of the artistic path came forward and one by one began explaining the impressive task of Billie, their new faculty president.

"It is true, Princess Anne, I heard when Sir Billie made his order, I was in the second row."

"I heard him too, he was making an impressive speech on why the fruit tart must have more than three cherries on the top."

"That was truly convincing, but I must differ in his dissertation. I think the number of cherries must be an even number to make it fair for the ones eating a piece of fruit tart."

"I beg your pardon, but the number of cherries then must be the same as the number of people eating the tart."

"Don't be silly, how can you know how many people are eating the same tart! The best way should be first come first served."

"No, that is not fair, it must be the law of the strongest."

The artistic path engaged in an internal fight right then and some kind of elections appeared in the forum of the school. The question was, how many cherries a fruit tart should have?

The best results will be showed and presented to Chef Hugo and then ȧssessed to make the perfect tart.

However, as they kept discussing and making their beautiful sketches on the tart logo for the forum background image. The people on the side of Sir Billie disappeared one by one.

"Then… where are your witnesses?" asked Anne with a raised brow. "I don't see anyone."

"The matters of the masters and the artists think should not concern you, My princess. However, what should mind you is that I won this tart first."

"Sigh… you should learn to make up good evidence before fighting me for a tart."

"Madame Mim, did you see this young man here asking for a tart before I?"

"No, Princess Anne," the old woman smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Madame Mim."

"It is my pŀėȧsurė, My Princess."

Anne raised a brow to the young man that had been obliterated in his own game.

"There is something wrong with all this," Billie said with another raised brow. "You had never asked for a fruit tart on your own to the kitchen. You are not allowed."

"What?" Anne looked away without fixing her eyes towards anything.

"The Queen had forbidden you to ask for snacks," Billie said with a smirk. "She even explicitly told the staff of the kitchen that you cannot have any snacks without her strict order. Even Principal Adam Robinson had written the rule in gold letters in one of the kitchen stone walls."

"Yes, that may be true, but that doesn't mean anything."

"How can you be so shameless? That only means that I am the one who asked for the fruit tart first."

"No, that only means that Madame Mim was right, as I didn't ask for a tart by myself, you can't have asked for a tart before I, right? As the impossibility of my action had let to your act being invalidated by the mere impossibility."

"What?"

"So, you can't have asked for a tart before me."

"…"

"…" Tia didn't know what to say anymore, and she sighed again. Her shameless princess will never change.

"What do you want for the tart?" Billie didn't know what else to do, he was left speechless by the brazen move of the Princess, that after saying her silly words and noticing that it didn't make sense. She just jumped to action and started eating the tart just then.

"Nothing," Anne said, taking another piece of the fruit tart. "I won't give you any piece of it."

"Why?"

"You know why?"

"Because Moira or because I am some noble from the north."

"No," she smiled, "I don't care about your measly title nor the issues in the battle training fields, but I care for something else."

"What is it?"

"The mission."

Billie widened his eyes and rested his back on his chair. "So, you are one of the contestants."

"I am surprised that you just knew. There are a few more in this school, shouldn't you have investigated all of them?"

"Why would I? There is no need as I won't let anyone win me, not even you, my Princess," the last words came out in a sarcastic tone. "Did you think I will bow to you and pledge loyalty like your little minions?"

"Of course not," Anne shook her head as she took another bite of the tart. "I won't ever offer you to be part of my team…" she smiled again.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't play around with cheaters."

"…" Billie looked angered. "I am not a cheater."

"Of course, you are," Anne smiled, "but that doesn't mean that you are not worthy. In fact, I think you are a strong opponent. Not many dare take those many risky steps to achieve their goals, even…" she smiled, "selling their own souls."

Billie widened his eyes as he was left speechless for a second time that evening. He had never told anyone about the fact that he sold his soul for a favor. And even if he told anyone, they won't believe him.

That only left the Princess in front of him. She was an extraordinary woman with uncommon ideas. So it was little effort to guess that she was also one of those with a little demon giving her missions.

Though, the way she gained the opportunity was so different from his own. She didn't ask for it, Mellie only came on his own after a careful selection of thousand of years.

On the other hand, Billie did ask for it, he pursued the black magic hidden in the depths of the Northern ruins. Then after a desperate moment and increasing saddening emotions. He found the way to call for a demon, a tiny demon called Cocoa.

The soul he sold was in exchange for a favor, a life. But… the price was to win the competition.

"Then you must know, my princess," he clenched his mouth, "that I won't let you win nor anyone else, even if I were cheating."

"I know, and I commend you for that," she smiled again taking the last piece of fruit tart, "but that doesn't mean that I won't do anything. Take care of your boyfriend even more now than before…"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Sigh… you will know right away if I were threatening you, I am not that sly."

"…"

"…" Tia now didn't know when the little princess became so shameless to lie like that. If she were not sly then no one was sly in this lifetime.

Anne cleared her throat. "What I am trying to say is that as you didn't look into the info of those other contestants, you may not know that the one other you want to defeat is… let me see… oh right," she took out the report, "John Levy…"

She stood up right then and showed a little smile to the beautiful boy, walking over to the table she just left.

"Princess Anne," the young boy with black hair and glasses smiled at the young girl as he was carrying two fruit tarts in his hands. "Won't you accompany us to eat some snacks?"

"Oh, that…" Anne pondered for a second and bit her lip. The only thought that came right there in her mind was that the man with the name John Levy was the sliest of the sliest opponents she had encountered. To dare to bribe her with a piece of fruit tart. Who does he think she is? A woman without principles and morals, a woman that is easy to manipulate with a piece of pastry, though, it was the most delicious dessert in the world. And now that the artistic path faculty had made their claim on more cherries on the tart, there was an increasing number of those little sweet things in the tart.

"You are a worthy opponent, John," she said as she got into her chair again and started eating again a fruit tart. "Very… very worthy… don't ever forget it."

The beautiful boy in black-rimmed glasses smiled and nodded, "You too, my princess."