I Reincarnated As The Final Boss Of My Least Favourite Yuri Novel

Ross, Alexander, and Seraphina found seats together in the second row of the VIP section, their eyes glued to the screen. Jeanne, however, had secured a prime position in the front row, her gaze fixed intently on the unfolding spectacle.

A low hum of anticipation filled the common room as students debated the outcome of the impending duel. Amon Von Crown, the top scorer in his year, was about to face Zephyra Valkaress, the undisputed duelling champion of the academy. While many acknowledged Zephyra's formidable reputation, a grudging respect for Amon was evident in their hushed whispers. He, they realized, was an opponent unlike any Zephyra had encountered before.

Within two weeks, Amon had become a legend amongst the student body. He had engaged in five duels, each against a formidable third-year student, all renowned duelists with established reputations within the academy. Amon, however, had dispatched them with chilling ease, his victories swift and decisive. A wave of awe, mixed with a dose of fear, swept through the student body. 

Seraphina's brow furrowed with worry. "This is concerning..." she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "It's been less than a month since he arrived at the academy, and he's already facing the champion duelist?"

Ross, ever the optimist, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Seraphina," he said, his voice steady. "Amon is a force to be reckoned with. He may be younger and less experienced than Zephyra, but he's incredibly resourceful and adaptable. He'll find a way to prevail."

Alexander suppressed a laugh, picturing the scene. "Oh, poor Amon," he mused, "facing the Red Princess. It's like sending a baby chick to fight a hawk. He's going to get absolutely demolished."

Jeanne, her gaze fixed on the screen, remained silent for a moment, a contemplative expression gracing her features. Finally, she nodded in agreement with Alexander. "Amon is undoubtedly talented," she acknowledged, "but Zephyra's power is... overwhelming. His chances of victory are slim."

With a sudden whoosh, a shimmering portal erupted above them. A disoriented Sophia tumbled through, landing with a startled yelp on the unoccupied seat beside Jeanne. "Ow..." she groaned, rubbing her head as she struggled to regain her bearings.

"Hello, President," Jeanne greeted politely, her tone formal yet subtly condescending. "Are you alright?"

Sophia tried to stand, but the pain was immediate and crippling. Zephyra's attack had done its work, and she knew she needed help. But the physical pain was secondary to the emotional blow. Amon had made her feel worthless, again.

"Why, Amon?" She contemplated, feeling a burning pain in her chest. "The guilt of failing to protect Mother from Lax... it haunts me every day. And now... now you've taken this away from me as well. You won't even let me experience the consequences of my own failures."

She gently pressed her hand to her abdomen, a low hum of healing magic emanating from her fingertips. The pain was a constant reminder of her defeat, a physical manifestation of her shattered pride.

. . .

Amon leaned forward, whispering in Zephyra's ear. "Before we begin, Senior," he drawled, "I propose a small wager. The victor of this duel shall have... absolute authority... over the loser... for a week."

Zephyra couldn't help but grin. Her initial impression of Amon, based on the whispers and rumours circulating the academy, had been... less than flattering. She had expected another arrogant person, obsessed with power and status. But in person, he was far more... intriguing.

"You certainly know how to pique a lady's interest, Amon," Zephyra purred, "I accept your wager... though I must admit, I'm curious to see if you've truly bitten off more than you can chew."

"Time to find that out," Amon said, his voice laced with menace. He lunged back, a Rhino 60 DS appearing in his grip. He snapped the gun up, firing with cold precision.

 She reacted with a blur of motion, effortlessly dodging the bullet. However, just as it passed her, the bullet detonated in a blinding flash of light and a deafening roar, sending a shockwave through the air.

"Not bad, not bad," Zephyra chuckled, her voice a low growl. She appeared behind him, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder, a rare expression of approval gracing her features. "Using explosives against me... an interesting approach. But ultimately..." She tightened her grip, her strength a terrifying force. She launched Amon into the air with a swift, almost effortless motion, sending him soaring towards the nearest building.