“Brigitte Meidell, I am officially breaking off our engagement!”

It happened in the middle of a party in the central hall of the school of magic.

When the crowd heard the Third Prince’s outburst, everyone had the same reaction.

So it finally happened.

The gazes of the finely dressed youths gravitated toward one person. Needless to say, that person was the young lady the prince was addressing—Brigitte Meidell.

But the earl’s daughter didn’t even notice that everyone was staring at her. She simply stood there with her mouth hanging indecorously open.

Although her makeup was a bit heavy, she was a beautiful girl with fine features. Her bright red hair shimmered like raging flames, and sharp, intelligent eyes glinted like emeralds. Although the design of her lacy, beribboned pink dress was lovely enough, it was too childish to flatter her grown-up figure.

A boy and a girl were standing in front of her.

The boy was Brigitte’s fiancé, Joseph Field, the Third Prince of the Kingdom of Field.

The girl was Lisa Selmin, a baron’s daughter with the sort of pretty features that tended to arouse protective instincts.

The two of them were standing so close, they looked like a pair of mythological Chinese lovebirds joined at the breast…

With them glaring at her, Brigitte looked exactly like some storybook villainess. As the other students stared at this tableau, they realized something.

Joseph had rented out the hall for a party to celebrate the end of test season—but that was merely an excuse.

The real reason for inviting so many of their classmates to gather that day was simply to create a stage where Brigitte could be turned into a public laughingstock.

“But…why? Why, Your Highness?” Brigitte cried, her voice cracking from the shock.

Laughter bubbled up from the crowd of students.

Joseph frowned at her. He was known for his mild manners, but he answered her roughly—he must have been furious.

“I hardly think I need to tell you! I know how jealous you are of my dear friend Lisa. I know you’ve been secretly bullying her!”

A murmur ran through the crowd, drowning out Brigitte’s wail (“I have not!”).

Lisa’s eyes teared up, as if she’d been waiting for this moment.

“It’s been so awful, Miss Brigitte…and I haven’t done anything wrong!”

As Lisa sobbed quietly, Joseph wrapped his arm protectively around her. Unlike Brigitte, Lisa looked perfect in her frilly pink dress. She gazed up at Joseph, blushing.