9 I Just Need a Little Warmth From The Coldest One

Both are standing in the center of the arena, the Ice Queen, Monica Keith De la Roche and the Phoenix's Priestess, Amelia Kleine De la Roche.

"The battle will be decided if one of you are incapacitated or declared she's giving up. Now, let the battle begin!"

The announcer then went out of the stage.

"Phoenix's Priestess?! Hahahahaha!"

Monica laughed hysterically.

"I won't hold back, Big Sis."

Amelia said calmly.

"Don't call me "sister", you trash! Ice Palace!"

Monica casted a spell in which encloses her opponent in a castle while the caster can turn everything inside the castle a weapon against to the one she/he enclosed.

"What is this?!"

Amelia was shocked by the turn of the events.

"Be careful, trash. All things that you see inside can be turned to a weapon, Just like this. Ice Pick!"

Monica turned one of the furniture inside the castle into a sharp tool.

Amelia, couldn't react on time, was stabbed to the heart.

"That's all it takes to beat you? You're really a trash."

Monica turned her eyes off of Amelia and is walking away from the stage.

Little did Monica knew, Amelia possesses the power of the spirit of immortal flames so, any injury, no matter how severe, can be healed.

"If that's all you can do, Big Sis, you won't be able to beat me."

Amelia spoke from inside castle

Amelia now manifests the power of Phoenix resulting in the castle to melt.

"How did that happen?! She should be dead! I went straight to her heart!"

Monica gulped as she continue to sweat.

"If you don't let me show you what I'm capable of, I might lose at this rate, Big Sis."

Amelia prepared a surprise attack on Monica.

There are now plasma-like balls surrounding Monica.

"What are these?!"

She asked while trembling.

"What? First time seeing those?"

Amelia, without a single doubt, made the plasma-like balls explode.

"Hea-Healing."

Monica has now a difficulty in speech as she endured those explosions.

"Ready to give up, Big Sis?"

"Like hell!"

The two continued to exchange blows. One after another. They hit each other but they continue to stand up.

The two doesn't concede because they want their dreams to be realized.

"Just give up! I don't want to hurt you anymore!"

"I'm going to represent the school at the national tournament. Why would I give up?!"

"Please, give up."

Amelia is now about to burst in tears.

"Ah. You want me to give up because you want to inherit our parents' assets. Because if you beat me here, you'll eventually be more recognized than I am. So, if you want to make me give up, KILL ME!"

Monica proudly said as she doesn't want to lose her face.

"No. I don't want to steal what's yours already."

"Then what do you gain on making me give up?!"

"I JUST WANT YOU TO RECOGNIZE ME AS YOUR SISTER! That's all I want."

Amelia cried in front of everyone.

Monica couldn't continue her attack while, Amelia's magic continues to rush onto her.

Upon hitting, Monica lost consciousness.

"That's it! The winner of this fight is, the Phoenix's Priestess, Amelia Kleine De la Roche!"

Amelia stayed by her sister's side until she regained consciousness.

Monica regained consciousness after 2 hours and she saw her sister sleeping beside her.

"Who knew you loved me despite all I've done, idiot."

She pat her sister's head and kissed her forehead.

"Who knew that through this, those sisters could make up?"

Ms. Emilia sat beside me again.

"Are they always quarrelling?"

I asked.

"Since childhood. Their story's pretty famous after all. Monica would throw dirt on Amelia yet all that Amelia wants is to hug her sister."

"A warmth from as cold as ice, huh."

"That's a pretty good metaphor, Sir Arthur."

"I'll go check on Amelia."

"Congrats on your win, Sir."

"Good luck tomorrow, Emilia. Our students are the ones who'll be facing."

"I won't lose to you, Sir Arthur."

"We'll see about that. Bye!"

I stood up from my sit and went on Monica's room.

I knocked from the door and Monica responded.

"Who's there?"

"It's Amelia's teacher. May I come in?"

"Please come in, sir."

I entered the room and saw Amelia's sleeping face.

"What's the matter, sir?"

Monica asked.

"Nothing. I just came to check on Amelia. I didn't know she's asleep."

"Well, she put everything she had just to tell me she wants me to recognize her. I can't believe my sister's this idiot."

"I'm off, Monica. Please be good now to your little sister. She may be strong at magic but, she's a child deep inside."

"I know, teacher."

I went out of the room and I went back to my seat in the arena.

"Sir, how's Amelia?"

Julianne asked.

"She's asleep."

I responded.

"Ah! Arthur!"

Emilia suddenly clang onto me, pressing her breasts against me.

"What is it?"

I calmly answered.

"I can't believe you called me just by my name! Ah! The feelings!"

Emilia's face turned beet red.

"It was just a gesture among comrades I acknowledge. Nothing's there is to it."

"Acknowledge?! Then that means, you now acknowledge me as your girl?!"

"My girl?! Don't get ahead of yourself, you idiot!"

"You now acknowledge me right?! Then I am now your girl!"

Emilia proclaimed.

"EVERYONE! I AM NOW SIR ARTHUR BEAUMONT'S FUTURE WIFE!"

She proclaimed loudly. Loud enough to be heard by all of the people in the arena.

"Shh! You're embarrassing me!"

"Oh my. Don't you want this hot teacher to be your future wife? Many are dying just to lay with me."

Emilia, once again, tried to tease me.

"Who's your future wife, Sir Arthur?"

When I heard the question, it gave me goosebumps.

"Who?"

I turned to my back and I saw Amelia, wearing a smile that's about to kill me.

"M-m-my future wife?! None! There's none!"

I answered.

"Sir Arthur, YOU IDIOT!"

Amelia shouted and slapped me so hard in my left cheek.