"So, you've finally e out to front me face to face, Kintovar." The headmaster said

  Kintovar held a hand over her pink headphones and pyfully gestured for the Headmaster to speak louder. A mischievous smile danced on her lips.

  The Headmaster's frustration boiled over as she shouted, "Take those ugly things off, Kintovar!"

  Kintovar, still wearing a pyful smile, respoo the Headmaster's demand. She raised her hand towards her ear, gesturing as if to say, "Louder, please," and then obliged by l her pink headphoo rest around her neck.

  Headmaster Aimathema, her aura fring with anger, retorted sharply, "You uimate the y of my as, Kintovar. It was a calcuted decision for the survival of the academy. The stists were a liability, and their teology threatehe bance of power. I will not be judged by someone who coddles artificial creations!"

  Kintan to expin her perspective. "Headmaster Aimathema, you may not believe in Teical Magic, but that does not e its existe's a form that resides within Roselle, Risebelle and Runebelle. It perfectly showcased what sd magi achieve together, a fusion that transds ventional uanding!"

  Kintovar's demeanor shifted. She twirled gracefully. Her finger and twirling came to a stop when she faced Aimathema. She pointed directly at them, "These 'artificial creations,' as you call them, are living beings with their own experiences, emotions, and a purpose they've chosen for themselves. They are not just vessels for power but individuals who deserve the ce to defiheir destinies."

  "And, Headmaster Aimathema, they possess something you may find inceivable but is heless true. They have souls, just like any other living being," she decred with unwaveriainty.

  Headmaster Aimathema scoffed at the notion, her disbelief apparent. "Souls?" she retorted with a dismissive tohat's impossible, Kintovar. Don't delude yourself. These creations of yours may have extraordinary abilities, but the cept of a soul is beyond their reach."

  Kintovar tered the Headmaster's statement with a quick retort. "They do have souls, Headmaster Aimathema. A fusion of sd magic has given birth to se beings with their own unique esseheir existence challehe boundaries of what is possible, but that is precisely what makes them remarkable."

  Headmaster Aimathema scoffed, her skepticism unwavering. "You expect me to believe in the existence of souls within these artificial creations? It's preposterous, Kintovar. You're being blinded by your seality."

  Kintovar approached Risebelle aly lifted her into her arms. Risebelle's cheeks flushed with a sudden warmth, and she averted her gaze, uo meet Kintovar's eyes. With Risebelle in her arms, Kintovar turned her attention back to Headmaster Aimathema,

  "Headmaster Aimathema, I have observed their emotions, their growth, and their capacity for empathy. Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle have dispyed a range of emotions, from joy and curiosity to sorrow and passion. These are not mere simutions; they are genuiional respohat reflect the plexity of their inner worlds."

  The Headmaster remained skeptical. "Emotions be simuted, Kintovar. It's a product of their programming, not evidence of a soul."

  Kintaze remaieady as she responded, "I assure you, hag. Their emotions go beyond mere programming. They have shown kindness, empathy, and desire. These are qualities that ot be replicated through mere algorithms."

  Risebelle, still blushing and avoiding eye tact, softly murmured, "She's right, We do feel these things..."

  Headmaster Aimathema, her patience dwindling, ched her fists in frustration. "This is all nonsense!" she shouted vehemently. "I will not accept such outndish cims, Kintovar. You have always been too idealistic for your own good. These creations of yours are nothing more than eborate experiments, not se beings with souls."

  Kintaze remained unwavering, her resolve unshaken. "It appears we have reached a point where we will never agree," she aowledged with a solemn tone. "Our perspectives are fually different.”

  Kintovar raised a lipstick tainer with the bel "Lip Gze." She then turned her attention back to the Headmaster.

  "Let's return to the matter at hand," Kintovar decred. She held up the Lip Gze tainer and shaked it. "This, Headmaster Aimathema, is the key to your defeat."

  The Headmaster’s face shifted from frustration to curiosity. She g the lip gze lipstick that Kintovar held. Her eyes narrowed and she asked with a hint of skepticism, "The key to my defeat? A mere lipstio,no,no, don't py games with me, Kintovar."

  Kintovar met the Headmaster's skeptical gaze with a calm and measured demeanor.

  "You see, Aimathema," Kintan raising one finger, "you were not the only one colleg magical energy from the forest. I, too, have a Maractor, specifically desigo ter the ones scattered throughout the forest. Each time one of your devices was destroyed, my Maractor collected the magical energy released."

  The Headmaster's eyes widened in realization as she processed Kintovar's words. A glimmer of uanding began to shihrough her skepticism.

  "So, you've been siphoning off the energy that I've been colleg," the Headmaster cluded.

  Kintovar nodded, firming the Headmaster's dedu. "Indeed, Headmaster. I've been gathering that energy, and with it, I have formuted a special magical co using the Lip Gze lipstick. This lipstick holds the trated magical energy of the forest, and it ter the power you've harnessed."

  The Headmaster's skepticism began to waver as she pted the implications of Kintovar's revetion. It was being clear that this lipstick held the potential to disrupt her pns.

  The Headmaster wanted nothing more than to crush Kintovar ond for all. She seethed anger while giving an evilish grin. "Very well, if you think a mere lipstick will save you, Kintovar, then you uimate my power, just like everyone else has today.”

  She turned her attention to the frozen mages, her eyes abze with psychiergy. "Attack, my loyal mages," she anded with authority. "Don't let her use that lipstick!"

  One of the mages hesitated for a moment, then mustered the ce to speak. "Uhhh…Headmaster? Sorry to say this ma’am but we 't move when you're unleashing so much power..”

  “Unbelievable…very well then.”

  The Headmaster was not oo be deterred. She immediately took a to address the issue. She extended her psychiergy to envelop the immobilized mages, creating a psychic barrier around the lot of them that allowed them to move freely once more.

  "Now Attack! Fire until you’re out of magic!"

  The Headmaster's and spurred the mages into a. With the psychic barrier ihey began to move towards Kintovar, Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle. As they approached, their voices rose in a chorus of disdain.

  One of the mages, a young woman with fiery red hair raised her hand. She jured a swirling vortex of fmes. "Teology is an abomination to all of mankind!" she procimed with fervor. "It has no p our world of magic!"

  Ane, a stern-looking man with a pent fhtning magic, crackled with electricity as he advanced. "These artificial creations are an affront to the purity of our craft," he decred, “We will rid this world of their pathetic existence! For the entire world’s sake, die Kintovar!"

  The mages unleashed their elemental powers, sending torrents of fire, ice, lightning, ah towards Kintovar and her creations. The attacks were powerful aless.

  As the mages unleashed their elemental powers, Kintovar, g magical abilities, found herself uo defend against the onsught. She did her best to shield Risebelle, l her gently to the ground, but she had no means to teract the attacks.

  The mages' elemental assaults tio pummel Kintovar relentlessly.

  Kintovar, her body battered and scorched from the relentless barrage of elemental attacks, fell to the ground, her form limp and unmoving. The mages and the Headmaster believed their victory was assured, and a sense of triumph filled the air.

  The Headmaster raised her hands into the air. "At st, Kintovar has beeed!" she procimed with a sense of finality. "Her creations are no match for the might of magic!"

  The mages joined in the celebration with jubition. They all believed they had successfully elimihe threat of teology and Kintovar's creations.

  One of the mages, the fiery-haired woman, grinned with satisfa. "I k! Teology is nothing pared to the true power of magic," she decred fidently “Our world will be purged of these abominations. With Kintone, we crush her creations with ease!"

  Ane, the oh lightning magic, added, "With Kintovar out of the way, we restore the purity of our craft. Magic will reign supreme!"

  As the celebration of their victory echoed through the battlefield, Risebelle's shocked face turned into one of deep . She gazed at Kintovar's seemingly lifeless body on the ground curiously raising one hand under her .

  “This ’t be right...”

  “DR.KINTOVAAAR!!!!”

  Roselle's scream pierced the air with anguish. She rushed to Kintovar's side, kneeling beside her creator and shaking her gently. "Kintovar! Wake up, please!" she pleaded, tears welling up in her i blue eyes.

  The Headmaster and the mages paid little attention to the sudden ge imosphere. They believed they had won, unaware of the potential surprise that awaited them.

  The Headmaster's triumphant gaze shifted towards the silent figures of Becky and Sybil, who had apanied Kintovar but had remained eerily still and unrespohroughout the battle. Their faces seemed to fixate on the Headmaster.

  The Headmaster turned her attention to them. Her questioned, "Are you the two spies I've heard about, the ones who betrayed the kingdom?"

  Despite the Headmaster's inquiries, her Beor Sybil offered any respohey remained silent and motionless.

  The Headmaster, perhaps surprisingly, dispyed a degree of magnanimity as she tinued. "Very well, if you won't speak, I'll assume that your as speak for themselves. While I do find your as to be an act of treason, I'll five your betrayal now that the war is over, though you haven't said a word. Agree to serve me faithfully and I overlook this little mishap."

  The Headmaster and her mages celebrated and began to speak of feasting off of what they believed to be Kintovar's defeat, but while doing so, there was a sudden and ued turn of events. Kintovar, seemingly unharmed and unruffled by the magical onsught she had endured, rose from the ground. She brushed off her clothing casually and with a smile, addressed the stunned onlookers.

  "I've been pying dead for too long. Just look at my coat, it’s all dirtied up now." Kintovar decred with a hint of amusement.

  The shod surprise on the faces of the Headmaster, the mages, Roselle, and Risebelle were wide spread. Their jaws dropped in disbelief.

  "It seems you all get excited too easily. Did you truly believe I would go down without being prepared for war? You’re still na?ve about me, aren’t you? It shows how little you think of my teology."

  Aimathema's disbelief was evident seeing this. "How are you still alive?"

  Kintovar, unfazed by the Headmaster's incredulity, responded with a wry smile. "It's simple geometry. My attire is crafted from a material that possesses unique properties. It's not just my coat; my efit, from my clothes to my headphones and sungsses, is imbued with magic-resistant properties."

  While Kintovar spoke, she gestured to her attire, emphasizing the significe of her clothing in her survival. The others in the area exged gnces realizing that her unventional attire had pyed a crucial role in her resilience.

  The Headmaster's frustration grew while trying to prehend Kintovar's expnation. "Magic-resistant clothing?" she echoed with a hint of annoyance. "Such a this?"

  Kintovar nodded in response. "Indeed, it does," she affirmed. "It just goes to show the power of blending teology and magiething I believe in wholeheartedly."

  Kintovar's words carried a resolute tone as she tinued, "Do you see now why teology deserves a pce at the forefront of our world? It ot only plement but also challehe ventional powers of magiow then..."

  With flourish, Kintovar revealed her BG-356, a formidable on of mass destru. She held it with a steady grip, her eyes fixed on the Headmaster,

  "Shall we begin?"