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At Wushen Academy, an annual event known as "Friendship Speech Week" is held. Despite its name, it serves as a platform for the nobility to showcase their rhetorical skills, political inclinations, and new attire. Students are not required to applaud—the system automatically provides a voiceover of "a warm welcome."
This year, the most anticipated guest is undoubtedly Her Highness Sigried Lanser—the Royal Descendant, daughter of the Council President, and the Magic World's First Social Flower. She possesses all the qualities expected of nobility: perfect hair, an impeccable tone, and the ability to pronounce the word "commoner" as if it were a curse.
The princess will deliver a speech at Wushen Academy as "the link between nobility and the academy." The venue is the main hall of the central tower, spacious enough to accommodate all students and a magical choir dragon.
Nora sits in the last row, and the Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta whispers close to her ear, "Can I mumble a bit before the speech? The last time this princess spoke, even I had a personality crisis."
"Shut up. It's time to watch," she replies, turning her gaze to the stage.
Sigrid slowly makes her entrance, her cloak woven with golden threads, resembling morning light draped over her. Her aura is both elegant and deadly. As she begins to speak, she confirms the rumors: "Esteemed classmates, I have always believed that magic is a responsibility rather than a privilege. But evidently, not everyone understands the meaning of this statement."
"She just said 'not a privilege' and immediately started flaunting her status," Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta complains indignantly.
"I know," Nora replies flatly. "This is Lesson One in Noble Rhetoric."
Ten minutes into the speech, students beside Nora begin to lower their heads in boredom; some sneakily play "Broom Rush" on magical projections while others stick magical stickers onto Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta.
Yet Nora remains fixated on the necklace pendant at the princess's waist. It is an extremely rare Echo Stone capable of recording and projecting memories—typically used in almost all situations as a Noble Memory Pendant.
The problem is—she has seen this stone before. Thirteen years ago, on the day her mother died in an explosion, she found a similarly shaped crystal fragment among the wreckage, with faint magical runes indicating its recording nature. She had hidden it away until just days ago when Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta scanned her old belongings and suddenly said, "This is half of a complete whole. If you can find the other half, it will recreate the true scene of that day."
And so, she came.
As Sigrid stepped down from the stage, the system automatically played a round of "enthusiastic applause." Nora quietly rose and approached the front, her tone gentle:
"Your Highness, I am a fan of your speech. May I... have a look at your pendant?"
The other party was taken aback for a moment, then displayed a refined social smile. "Of course, Miss Thorn, is it? I admire students who express themselves so bravely."
She took off the necklace and handed it over, feigning modesty. "Though it's just an ordinary piece of jewelry—"
Before she could finish her sentence, the Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta emitted a burst of light, projecting an image in the center of the hall.
"Detection complete. Data fusion initiated."
Lines of light gathered in the air, slowly restoring an image from thirteen years ago.
The Alchemy Workshop, sounds of explosions, chaos and fleeing, and a woman in a red robe standing amidst the flames, calmly and resolutely pushing a Magic Package into a distant device.
Then the scene shifted to another angle—a girl wearing a Royal Emblem cloak, holding an unsealed Magic Crystal Core, swapping out the magic rune board of the Royal Magic Workshop's main furnace.
That face looked exactly like Sigrid's before them.
The entire venue fell into silence.
The color drained from the princess's face until only her foundation remained; she nearly dropped the necklace in her hand.
"This... this is impossible!" Her speech began to falter. "This must be forged—this projection has no legitimacy! I will contact the council!"
"The council might need to contact your childhood memories first," the Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta added nonchalantly.
Nora slowly raised her head; her voice was not loud but echoed throughout the hall:
"Thirteen years ago, my mother died in the explosion of the Royal Magic Workshop. Today, I have only one question—were you present back then?"
Sigrid gritted her teeth. "I—I was just passing by!"
"Thank you for your answer," Nora nodded. "I will keep this truth well."
The entire room remained utterly silent.
That night, this footage was uploaded to the school's internal messaging system by an unknown source.
The title contained only six words:
"Noble Childhood Memories."
In the comments section, one message rose to the top:
"After watching, I've decided to sign up for the Hot Pot Alliance tomorrow."
As Nora walked out of the hall, the Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta whispered in her ear, "That phrase you just said, 'Thank you for your answer,' I want to use it to apply for Level One certification in Sarcastic Magic Language."
"Sure," she replied nonchalantly, "but you'll have to pay me a royalty."
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