NTR School: S Rank Student

Raphael felt the cold wind on his skin, yet the sun beat down on the school gardens, brightening the scene that was about to take place.

Sounds of whispers and chatter were spreading through the large crowd that had gathered. It was rare that a queen would involve herself with a student, so the duel would bring many eyes.

However, Raphael's attention was not drawn to the crowd talking about him.

He was focused on Persephone. The women he was about to duel.

The four other queens stood nearby, watching in anticipation, but he didn't care.

The Crown Queen stood in a confident stance, as though she were ready to start battle at any moment. But first, Raphael had to make a deal with her.

"If I beat you, will you acknowledge me as the strongest of the five schools?" He asked words carrying through gardens.

A smug smirk spread across the woman's face, as she beamed at him with glowing eyes.

"There's no point speaking about something impossible, but sure. If you somehow manage to beat me, then I will accept your claim."

Good. I don't know what the strength of the queen is, but I have confidence in my abilities.

He tugged at the three dragons residing inside of him, feeling their powerful presence.

This is a good chance to test Violetta's red armour. I felt the effects it had on my body in the rose school fields, now I just need to-

As Raphael was going over battle tactics inside his head, his thoughts were abruptly cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps.

A man was hurrying through the crowd, before running up the hill towards Persephone.

She didn't seem surprised to see the man, so he was clearly familiar to her.

He wore the yellow uniform of the crown school, and on his head was short black hair. The man was young, and with a serious air around him.

As he reached the top of the hill, he dropped to one knee in front of The Crown Queen and placed a fist to his chest as though he were some sort of knight.

"My lady," he announced with a deep firm voice as he looked up at her. "Please, do not sully yourself with this student. Let me fight this duel in your place."

Persephone looked at the man, and surprisingly she didn't seem too offended by his request.

Whoever this man is, he has a close relationship with the Crown Queen...

"Vaclenio," Persephone said to the man, using his name. "Are you sure? You know who this student is, correct?"

Vaclenio nodded his head.

"Yes, my lady. He is Raphael Brooks, and he has caused nothing but trouble for our school ever since he joined."

After hearing the words, Raphael let out a chuckle.

"The Crown Queen clearly means a lot to you," Raphael said in a taunting tone. "But whatever you're trying to achieve with her, you should just give up now. She will never see someone like you as a real man."

As soon as he said the words, he saw Vaclenio's fists clenching tighter in rage. His face began to turn red and his body trembled. Persephone must have noticed, as she tried to place a hand on the man's shoulder.

"Calm down, Vaclenio; he's trying to anger you."

But the man didn't care. He rose to his feet and politely brushed her hand off of him.

"Will you let me fight him, my queen?" He asked again, voice now solemn.

And finally, the Crown Queen granted him his request. She let out a sigh.

"Okay, fine. You are my greatest knight, after all." She said leaning forward and planting a kiss on the man's cheeks. "If I can trust anyone to fight a duel in my place, it's you."

Vaclenio blushed as he felt his queen's lips press against his cheek.

Ohh? So that's what this is. She has white knights that adore her, and this man is one of them.

All of a sudden, Raphael wanted to beat the man even more.

Chatter sounded through the crowd as they noticed what was happening.

"Look, Vaclenio Hunter is fighting in the queen's place!"

"Isn't he one of the Ten Knights? I heard he's even ranked number one."

"It's true. They say he's stronger than all the other Knights combined. The Dragon Son might be in for some trouble."

Raphael glared into the man's dark eyes. Vaclenio was shorter than him and with a more slender build. However, he had a calculating look to him. It was evident the man was strong.

As Raphael tugged on the dragons, he asked the man a question.

"Do you love the Queen?"

At first, Vaclenio ignored him and activated his birthright. He drew a curved line in the air with his finger, and from it came a blue energy that radiated with power. Once done, the blue energy formed into the shape of a bow which he clasped tightly in his hands.

Afterwards, he drew another line with his finger, creating an arrow made from the same essence.

He was a ranged fighter.

"Of course, I love my queen." The white knight said, confidence growing even further now that his birthright was activated. "My only goal in life is to serve and earn her favour."

Raphael spoke to only one dragon. He had a feeling not much else would be needed.

Rachael, hear me. He spoke to his longest friend.

The White flames that he had now grown so familiar with summoned into thin air, before forming into the shape of a sword, crackling space around It. Raphael took the blade in his grasp.

The crowd let out hushed cheers at the sight of the weapon. They knew the damage it was capable of doing.

"What sort of knight uses a bow?" Raphael taunted for the last time, twirling his weapon in his hand. "Anyways, I'm glad you love the Queen. It will fit my narrative when I conquer and take her for myself. I wonder what her insides feel like?"

He spoke his words loud enough for everyone to hear, and they all let out gasps and cheers, thinking Raphael was simply trying to taunt the man. But he wasn't.

The words were true, and only the queens knew that.

Raphael truly wanted to fuck Persephone.

Vaclenio let out a roar of anger as he knocked his arrow and aimed it towards Raphael.

"That's it, Dragon Son! You're fucking dead!"