"I sure do have something to address." Chris stood, his voice laced with anger and pride. "How the hell is someone who isn't even from this land—someone from the Northern Region—being made the leader of this exam? And me? The assistant? In my own kingdom?" His green eyes burned with indignation. "As the prince of the Tempest Kingdom, I demand this decision be changed immediately. Frankly, it feels like an insult."
Silence filled the hall as all eyes shifted between Chris and Thion.
The Headmaster regarded him for a moment before speaking, his tone calm but firm. "Is that so?" He exhaled slowly, then continued, "So you believe that just because you happen to be the son of King and Queen Rature, that entitles you to authority in this academy?"
Chris stiffened, but before he could respond, Thion pressed on.
