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The Noble Circle of the kingdom was like a gilded pot. From the outside, it shimmered with golden light, but inside, it had long been boiling. And now, after the memories of Sigrid Lancer were projected for all to see, this pot finally exploded.
The Royal Capital Daily dedicated an entire magical glow page on the front cover, with a delicately phrased headline: "Should the Judgment of the Parliament Flower Crown Princess in Her Youth Be Reconsidered?" Meanwhile, the local newspapers were much more direct: "True Culprit of the Thirteen Years Ago Explosion Case Exposed! Full Record of the Princess's Childhood Dark History!" Even the Hot Pot Alliance seized the opportunity to release limited edition "Princess Confession Commemorative Magical Stickers," which, when affixed to a backpack, would cause the Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta to automatically play that classic line: "Let her die at the Royal Magic Workshop—just in time to free up a position for my father."
Sales sold out by the next day. Sigrid's father, Duke Lancer, the chief of parliament, angrily slammed his wand on the table and declared this a "malicious projection act that tarnishes my family's image," strongly demanding a restart of the Identity Verification for Nora Thorn and her father. The parliament's response was, "Your daughter did indeed say that; we didn't edit it."
Meanwhile, an "Emergency Discussion Class" that was not on the academy's curriculum quietly commenced. The topic was: "Noble Privilege and Academic Neutrality Studies." The speaker was Nora Thorn, and the host was Oswald Flynn, a mentor from the Deviation Alchemy System. The guest attendee was her father, Elias Thorn, disguised as a device maintenance expert.
The opening remarks were read by the Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta: "This class will discuss two questions: First, why do nobles mistakenly believe they will never be recorded? Second, why does our silence not mean we cannot hear?" On the day of the lecture, the academy auditorium was packed to capacity. Even the giant owls from the Magic Beast Raising Class secretly snuck in through the ceiling to listen.
Nora stood on the podium, her tone calm.
"My mother did not die in an alchemical accident. She died because of a noble's prejudice and the silence of other nobles."
"I did not come to the academy to prove that I am stronger than them, but to let you know— even if I am not a pureblood noble, I can still make you roll off your chairs."
"And I do not need to sit on a throne to make the entire kingdom bow its head to me."
Applause erupted after a brief moment of silence, nearly shattering the sensors of the Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta.
"Your father's daughter did not disappoint," the Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta choked out. "I swear I really want to upgrade myself and join your family tree."
That night, a giant graffiti appeared outside the Royal Capital Council Building:
"Nobles are not born noble,
They are merely born under a higher ceiling."
Signed as always: S & N.
Meanwhile, Her Highness Siglinde was in her palace undergoing a family "internal affairs discussion."
"Why did you have to keep that Echo Stone?" Duke Lancer gritted his teeth.
"I... I thought no one would dare use that against me," she trembled.
"You thought no one would dare," he scoffed. "Turns out they not only dared but also clipped it, added effects, and included subtitles!"
"I can publicly apologize—"
"Don't! An apology means you admit it; nobles must maintain strategic ambiguity!"
"What should I do then?"
"First, shut up! Don't make the news again!"
The kingdom was in an uproar, the palace shook, and proposals for restructuring the council were brought to the table.
But some people simply sat in corners, quietly brewing tea, like Nora.
She was installing a new magic rune chip into the Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta.
"Did you upgrade?" she asked.
"I did. Now I can play background music when recognizing hypocrisy," the Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta replied cheerfully. "Like 'Noble Crying' or 'Princess Please Return'."
"You’re too noisy."
"I thought you liked the hustle and bustle."
"I like a good fry," she smiled slightly, "but not everything in the pot is meant to be eaten."
She walked to the window, gazing at the towering spire of the academy against the night sky.
She knew this was just the first batch.
The real feast was only just beginning to simmer.
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