Scarlet letters announced the competition winners.
First place: the third prince, August.
Runner-up was the second prince, Samuel.
The remaining rankings followed.
Then from the crowd came a shout—
"Look! The champion's actually the third prince?"
That shout worked like magic. Within moments, a sea of people flooded the imperial proclamation.
"It's true—third prince took the crown!"
"What? You mean that troublemaker who used to rampage through Yuxiur's streets?"
"Who else?"
"Him? A champion? He must've cheated his way to the top!"
"Nonsense! The royal proclamation's legit!"
"Who knows?"
"Word on the street is this Lumina Culturae aimed to solve Bountia's floods. Maybe the punk actually proposed something useful."
"..."
Amid the buzzing crowd, a street vendor bellowed, heftin
