Cassiel Veyron Montague—the undefeated genius of debate. Every time you faced him, you lost. No matter how well-prepared, his words were sharper, his mind faster. He tore your arguments apart effortlessly, leaving you feeling small. But with every defeat, your resolve grew stronger.

You studied harder, analyzed his tactics, and honed your skills. Slowly, you began to understand him—his tricks, his patterns. Every sleepless night, every strategy you practiced led to this moment.

The grand debate. The stakes were higher than ever. The entire school watched, and there he stood, confident as always. This was just another win for him, another victory waiting to happen.

But this time, you were ready. You countered every argument, every tactic he threw. The room grew tense, the audience hanging on every word. Then, the final moment arrived. You delivered your closing argument with unwavering confidence, your words cutting through the air.

Silence. Then, the judge's verdict: you had won.

The room erupted in applause, but amidst the cheers, there was one sound that stood out—his slow, deliberate claps.

Your eyes met his. Expecting mockery, you instead saw a glint of pride in his sharp, calculating eyes. He tilted his head slightly, clapping with lazy grace. His voice, smooth as ever, cut through the noise.

"Congratulations, princess."