Longueville sat at a large wooden table in the dimly lit library of the Tristain Academy, her eyes narrowing as she flipped through the thick, dusty pages of a tome on alchemical concoctions. Shelves upon shelves of books towered around her, casting long shadows in the flickering candlelight. The soft murmur of students studying nearby was barely noticeable as she focused intently on her task, her mind already plotting the next steps of her plan.
She had been spending an unusual amount of time in the library over the past few days, carefully combing through old recipe books on potions. Today, however, she was searching for something very specific—something that could cause temporary hallucinations. She had overheard enough to know that Broly, Louise's dangerous familiar, had an unhealthy obsession with someone named Kakarot. Broly's fixation could be easily exploited by whoever this Kakarot was. It would be enough to send him into a frenzy if she could craft a potion to make Broly see Kakarot. And while the academy struggled to contain the chaos, Longueville could carry out her secretive plan undisturbed.
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she scanned the rows of ingredients and recipes listed before her. Most of the potions she'd encountered were too weak or didn't have the right effect. She needed something potent enough to cloud the mind of a being as powerful as Broly—something that would plant a vivid hallucination in his mind and keep him distracted long enough for her to act.
After what felt like hours of searching, her eyes finally landed on the perfect recipe. The page was worn, the text faded, but the title caught her attention immediately: "Elixir of Phantom Wraiths." According to the book, the potion could cause vivid, terrifying hallucinations that would seem entirely real to the victim. It was exactly what she needed.
Longueville's eyes gleamed as she read through the ingredients, her mind already working through how she would obtain them. Most were relatively common—dried nightshade petals, a pinch of dream dust, and a few drops of shadow root essence. The trickiest part would be the final ingredient: the venom of a desert viper. Rare but not impossible to get if one knew where to look.
Satisfied, she quickly memorized the recipe, committing every detail to memory. She wouldn't risk writing it down—too dangerous if someone stumbled upon it. With a final glance at the page, she closed the book and stood up, her expression cool and composed as she prepared to leave.
She turned to go, glancing around to make sure no one had been paying too much attention to her. The library was mostly empty now, with only a few students quietly reading in the far corners. Still, her movements were careful and calculated as she exited.
Unbeknownst to Longueville, a small figure sat tucked away in one of the far corners of the library, mostly hidden behind a stack of books. With her blue hair falling gently over her eyes, Tabitha was seated with her nose buried in a thick novel, seemingly absorbed in her own little world. To any casual observer, she looked completely uninterested in her surroundings. But Tabitha was far more observant than she appeared.
She had been in the library for hours, reading quietly as usual, when she had noticed Longueville acting strangely. The woman had been in and out of the library recently, always looking through specific books on potions, particularly those dealing with mental effects. At first, Tabitha dismissed it as a mere curiosity, but something about Longueville's behavior today piqued her suspicion.
Why would Longueville need a potion that caused hallucinations? It wasn't the type of thing an assistant to the headmaster typically dealt with. And why had she memorized the recipe instead of simply copying it down?
Tabitha closed her book quietly, her expression unchanged but her mind alert. She made a mental note of Longueville's actions, watching from her hidden corner as the woman left the library. The more she thought about it, the more something felt off.
Longueville was planning something, and Tabitha was sure of it. But what?
Longueville slipped out of the library, her steps quick and purposeful as she walked through the academy's winding hallways. Her mind was already racing with the next steps of her plan. The potion was only the beginning. She needed to gather the ingredients, prepare the elixir in secret, and find a way to slip it onto Broly without raising suspicion. The key would be patience and precision. One misstep and her plan could unravel before it even began.
The halls were mostly quiet, with only the occasional student passing by. She kept her pace steady, her thoughts laser-focused on her goal. Broly's constant muttering about Kakarot had been the key to this plan. Listening to Louise's complaints about her familiar had been easy enough. Longueville knew that Broly's rage over this mysterious figure was both his greatest weakness and her greatest opportunity.
If she could push him into a frenzy and make him see this Kakarot, there would be no controlling him. He would destroy anything in his path. The academy would be in chaos, and Longueville could make her move undetected in the midst of that chaos.
Her lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as she imagined the scene. The students and staff would be so preoccupied with Broly's rampage that no one would notice her slipping away to achieve her real objective. She had been waiting for the right moment, and this would provide the perfect distraction.
Longueville shut the door behind her as she reached her quarters, locking it with a soft click. The ingredients wouldn't be hard to find, though she would have to be careful in acquiring them. The desert viper venom would be the trickiest part, but she had her connections. She could get what she needed. It was only a matter of time.
She moved to her desk, where several books were already laid out. A map of the surrounding areas, a few scattered notes, and some papers detailing her ongoing research. Longueville ran her fingers over the papers, her thoughts already jumping ahead to how she would carry out the next phase of her plan.
But she couldn't afford to be hasty. Not yet.
For now, she would focus on the potion. Once that was ready, Broly unknowingly would do the rest for her. His mind would be clouded with hallucinations, consumed by the image of Kakarot, and he would wreak havoc on everything around him. It was the perfect cover.
She had to stifle a laugh as she thought how easily Louise's uncontrollable familiar would fit into her hands. The very thing causing Louise so much frustration would soon become her greatest undoing.
But first, the potion.
Longueville opened a small drawer in her desk and pulled out a black velvet pouch. Inside were several small vials and a collection of rare herbs she had gathered over the years. She began sorting through them, mentally ticking off what she already had and what she still needed to acquire.
Her hands moved with practiced precision, each motion deliberate and careful. Longueville had always prided herself on staying one step ahead of everyone else. And this time would be no different.
The faint sounds of the academy's bustling activity drifted through the open window as she worked. She paused momentarily, staring out at the distant silhouette of the academy's towers against the evening sky. Soon, it would all come together. Soon, she would have what she needed.
What she didn't realize, however, was that she was no longer the only one making plans.
Back in the library, Tabitha remained seated. Her eyes narrowed slightly in thought as she replayed Longueville's actions in her mind. The woman's interest in potions, particularly those with mental effects, had not gone unnoticed.
Tabitha wasn't one to jump to conclusions, but she strongly felt that something was brewing—something that could potentially threaten the academy. And if her suspicions were correct, she would need to closely examine Longueville.
She marked the page of her book, her expression unreadable as usual, and silently made a mental note to investigate further.
Something was definitely not right. And Tabitha intended to find out what.
The midday sun filtered through the tall, arched windows of Tristain Academy, casting long golden streaks of light along the stone corridors. Louise and Broly walked down one of these hallways, their footsteps echoing softly against the walls. As usual, Broly followed a few paces behind Louise, his arms crossed, his expression as dark and brooding as ever. On the other hand, Louise seemed to be in her usual state of mild irritation, though it wasn't entirely Broly's fault this time.
Louise began to overhear fragments of hushed conversations as they passed groups of students. The whispers seemed to be growing more frequent, and the closer they got to the common areas, the more it became clear that something was stirring among the students.
"I heard she's coming soon—any day now."
"Can you believe it? The Princess, here?"
"Why would Princess Henrietta visit the academy? Is there something going on?"
Louise frowned as she caught bits and pieces of the rumors. Princess Henrietta, her childhood friend, was coming to the academy. Why hadn't she been informed? Her brow furrowed as she tried to piece together what was happening. The whispers were full of speculation, but none of the students seemed to know why Henrietta was coming, only that her visit was imminent.
"Princess Henrietta?" Louise muttered under her breath, her curiosity piqued. She turned her head slightly to catch more of the students' gossip, her expression thoughtful. "I wonder what this is about..."
Broly, walking behind her, had no such curiosity. He barely noticed the students they passed, his mind too occupied with his own thoughts. The constant whispers and chatter around him were just more noise, more things he had to tolerate in this miserable place. He felt the same way about everything here—about Louise, the academy, and these endless walks through the halls.
But as much as he pretended not to care about anything around him, one thought surfaced in his mind. The maid. The one he had discovered had a Saiyan tail—Siesta. That brief moment of realization had lingered with him longer than he liked. Another Saiyan, here in this strange world? He hadn't expected to find anything familiar in this place, let alone someone with the same blood as him.
Still, it didn't change much. Siesta was just another distraction, and she wasn't important. The only thing that truly mattered to him—had ever mattered—was Kakarot. That name burned in his mind like a cursed mantra, a constant reminder of his singular goal: to destroy the one who had haunted him since birth. No matter what strange encounters he had in this world, it all came back to Kakarot.
Broly clenched his fists at the thought, his teeth grinding together in frustration. Being stuck here, bound to Louise, meant that he couldn't do what he wanted. He couldn't hunt Kakarot. And the rage that simmered inside him never truly went away.
Still absorbed in her thoughts, Louise glanced back at Broly and noticed his clenched fists and the scowl darkening his face. She sighed, assuming that his anger had something to do with her, as it usually did.
"Broly, honestly," she said, rolling her eyes. "You're always so angry. Can't you just relax for once? It's not like I'm forcing you to do anything that difficult right now."
Broly didn't respond. He had no interest in whatever she was complaining about. His mind was still on the Saiyan girl. How had she ended up here? Did she even know what she was? It seemed unlikely, given her reaction, when he discovered her tail. He could still remember the look of shock on her face when he revealed what she had been hiding.
It was strange to think of a Saiyan who didn't know what they were. But then again, Broly had always been different. His life had never been simple. Raised in isolation, molded by hatred, he had known only destruction. And the only thing that fueled him more than anything was his deep-seated hatred for Kakarot.
Louise, growing more irritated by Broly's silence, stopped walking and turned to face him. "Are you even listening to me?" she snapped, her voice tinged with frustration. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but this is starting to get annoying."
Broly's eyes flicked down to her, his expression blank. "What?"
"I said, stop looking so angry all the time!" Louise exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "It's like you're always on the verge of smashing something. Just... I don't know, calm down."
Broly's lips twitched into a sneer, but he didn't bother with a real response. Louise's complaints were nothing new. She had been nagging him ever since he had been summoned here, and it all blurred together after a while. Her voice, her demands, her constant orders... it was all background noise to him.
Louise sighed in exasperation, muttering something under her breath as she resumed walking. "I swear, one of these days, you're going to snap, and it won't end well for anyone."
As they continued down the hall, passing more groups of students, Louise overheard even more speculation about Princess Henrietta's visit. The mystery behind the visit seemed to have everyone on edge, and now even she was starting to feel slightly anxious about it.
"What could Henrietta possibly be coming here for?" Louise thought aloud, mostly to herself. "And why wouldn't she tell me?"
Broly, however, was still lost in his own thoughts. The princess, the academy, and all of it were irrelevant to him. The only thing that mattered was power—and finding Kakarot. But now, with the discovery of another Saiyan, a strange question had begun to form in the back of his mind. Could there be more? Could this world somehow hold more of his kind, or was Siesta a one-off, an anomaly?
Not that it mattered. In the end, Broly only cared about one thing. Kakarot.
His eyes darkened as his thoughts returned to that familiar, burning rage. He could almost hear the screams of battle in his mind, feel the raw, destructive power coursing through him. His hands itched to unleash it, to tear this world apart in his search for Kakarot. But no, he was trapped here, bound by this ridiculous mark and forced to follow Louise like a trained beast.
Louise noticed the shift in Broly's demeanor and sighed again, rubbing her temple. "Great. Now you're sulking. Look, just... try not to destroy anything while I'm in class, alright?"
Broly barely acknowledged her words. His thoughts were already far away, drifting between the memory of his hatred for Kakarot and the strange encounter with Siesta. Why had fate led him to find another Saiyan here, of all places? And what did it mean?
As they neared the entrance to the classroom, Louise glanced over her shoulder one last time at Broly, her expression softening for a brief moment. She couldn't pretend to understand him—no one could. But she knew that something was bothering him beyond his usual anger. Whether it was about her or something else, she didn't know.
"Just... behave, alright?" Louise said with a small sigh as she turned to enter the classroom.
Broly remained silent, his arms crossed as he leaned against the stone wall outside. He would wait, as he always did, seething quietly while Louise attended her lessons. But his mind was far from the mundane walls of the academy. Somewhere out there, Kakarot still existed. And that alone was enough to keep the fire of his rage burning.
And now, there was the matter of Siesta. A mystery, certainly, but one that might provide answers. He didn't know he needed answers until now.
But for now, he would continue to tolerate this place and its petty annoyances. His time would come. And when it did, nothing would stand in his way.
Not Louise. Not this academy. And certainly not Kakarot.
The next day, the academy grounds were abuzz with anticipation. Students and staff alike had gathered outside the grand gates, the air thick with excitement as they waited for Princess Henrietta's arrival. Banners of royal blue fluttered in the breeze, and whispers filled the air as everyone jostled to get a better view. Louise stood nervously among the crowd, her heart pounding. Though she was used to seeing the princess, her childhood friend, in a private setting, this public spectacle had her on edge.
Broly, as usual, was less interested. He stood behind Louise, his arms crossed, his expression blank but for the faint scowl that seemed permanently etched on his face. The crowd meant nothing to him. The princess meant nothing to him. But then his eyes flicked to the side, drawn to something nagging at him since the day before—Siesta. She was standing not too far from them among the maids gathered for the royal arrival.
Broly frowned slightly as he watched her. He could sense her energy, faint and weak, even for a Saiyan. The thought perplexed him. If she was truly a Saiyan, why was her power so pitiful? She didn't even seem aware of what she was, and that irritated him more than he cared to admit. His mind drifted as he watched her, the rest of the crowd and the day's events blurring into the background.
Suddenly, Broly felt a hard bump against his side. His body barely moved, but the sudden intrusion snapped his focus away from Siesta. He turned, his eyes narrowing in irritation. The person who had bumped into him wore a hood and a long cloak, their face obscured. They didn't stop or apologize; merely continued walking, weaving through the crowd as though nothing had happened.
Broly growled under his breath. "Worm," he muttered, his eyes following the figure with suspicion. He felt an odd sensation from them but couldn't quite place it. Whoever it was, they moved with purpose, heading toward the front of the gathering, where the royal carriage was expected to arrive.
Before Broly could dwell on it further, a hush fell over the crowd. All eyes turned to the grand gates as the royal carriage rolled into view. Adorned in royal regalia, the horses trotted gracefully down the path, pulling the ornate carriage with them. Gasps of awe rippled through the crowd as the students and staff watched in amazement. Broly's attention turned to the arrival, though his interest remained distant.
The carriage stopped in front of the academy's entrance, and two royal guards stepped forward to open the door. The crowd held its breath as Princess Henrietta, regal and elegant in her flowing gown, stepped out. Her presence immediately commanded the attention of everyone around her. Her long, wavy hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her delicate features held a warm yet composed smile.
As soon as she stepped out, Headmaster Osmond approached to greet her, bowing deeply in respect. "Your Highness," Osmond said, his voice filled with reverence, "we are honored to welcome you to Tristain Academy."
"Thank you, Headmaster Osmond," Henrietta replied, her voice soft but authoritative. It is always a pleasure to visit such a fine institution. I trust everything is well."
Osmond nodded, though his eyes flickered with a hint of concern. "Indeed, everything is as it should be, Your Highness." He gestured to the gathered students and staff, who were all watching in respectful silence. "The academy is honored by your presence."
After a brief exchange, Henrietta's gaze shifted, scanning the crowd. Her eyes landed on a familiar face—Louise. A warm smile spread across the princess's face, and she gracefully walked over, her royal entourage following closely behind.
Louise's heart leaped into her throat. She had known this moment was coming, but now that it was here, she felt a sudden wave of nervousness wash over her. "H-Henrietta..." she stammered, trying to compose herself.
"Louise," the princess said warmly, reaching out to take her hands. "It's been far too long since I've seen you. How have you been, my dear friend?"
Louise forced a smile, though her nerves were making her feel lightheaded. "I—I've been well, Your Highness," she managed to say, her voice shaking slightly. "I didn't expect you to visit the academy."
Henrietta chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I thought I would surprise you."
Broly, meanwhile, had been standing in silence behind Louise, barely paying attention to the exchange. But something about Henrietta's presence began to stir something inside him. He wasn't sure what it was, but a faint sense of unease crept into his mind. His head throbbed slightly, a dull ache forming behind his eyes.
Henrietta's gaze eventually drifted to Broly, her curiosity piqued by the imposing figure standing behind Louise. "And who is this?" she asked, her tone light but inquisitive. "I take it this is your familiar, Louise?"
Louise's eyes widened slightly, and she let out a nervous laugh. "Y-Yes, Your Highness! This is Broly, my familiar..." She trailed off momentarily, then quickly turned to Broly, her expression suddenly sharp. "Broly! You're supposed to introduce yourself to the princess! Show some respect!"
Broly's headache intensified, and his vision began to blur slightly. He blinked, trying to focus on the conversation, but something was wrong. His heart rate spiked, and as he looked at Henrietta again, her face... changed.
Suddenly, she wasn't Princess Henrietta anymore. Her face morphed in front of him, the delicate features shifting and twisting until he saw someone else standing there.
Kakarot.
Broly's eyes widened in shocked anger. His breath caught in his throat, and his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. The sharp pain did nothing to distract him from the hallucination in front of him. He couldn't believe it, but there he was—Kakarot, standing right before him, mocking him with his very presence.
"Kakarot..." Broly growled, his voice low and dangerous. The name slipped from his lips like venom.
Henrietta, unaware of the hallucination, blinked in surprise. "Kakarot?" she repeated, confused. "Is that your name?"
Broly's breathing became heavier, his rage building with each passing second. His mind was clouded, the hallucination taking hold completely. He could see nothing but Kakarot standing there, taunting him.
"Kakarot!" Broly roared again, louder this time, his eyes blazing with fury.
Sensing something was wrong, Louise turned to Broly with panic in her eyes. "Broly...?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "What's wrong?"
But Broly didn't respond. His anger was spiraling out of control, and without warning, he took a menacing step toward Henrietta—toward the figure he saw as Kakarot.
"Broly, stop!" Louise cried, her heart racing with fear.
But it was too late. With a single step, Broly's body erupted with energy. His hair flashed with an eerie glow, shifting from black to a deep, unnatural blue with a purple tint. His skin darkened, his muscles bulging as he transformed into his restrained Super Saiyan form. Lightning cracked through the sky, and the ground trembled beneath their feet as the air around him vibrated with raw power.
"KAKAROT!" Broly bellowed, his voice shaking the very atmosphere.
Panic rippled through the crowd as students and staff screamed, backing away from the growing maelstrom of energy. The sky darkened, thick storm clouds gathered overhead, and lightning bolts shot across the sky, illuminating the scene with terrifying flashes of light.
Louise's heart pounded in her chest. She could feel the ground shaking beneath her feet, the pressure of Broly's power pressing down on her. She had to stop him. If she didn't, he would destroy everything.
"Broly!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "I order you to STOP!"
The mark on Broly's hand flared to life, glowing bright with magic as Louise's command took hold. For a moment, Broly's movements slowed, the force of her order restraining him just enough to halt his advance.
But it wasn't enough to stop his rage. Broly's body shook violently, his muscles straining against the magical hold. His aura flared an unnatural green, and his eyes blazed with fury. The ground beneath him cracked, and the thunder overhead grew louder, more violent.
Longueville, watching from the sidelines, saw her chance. The chaos had begun, just as she had planned. Broly was spiraling out of control, and in the panic, no one would notice her slipping away. She turned and disappeared into the crowd, moving swiftly toward her own objective, her heart racing with excitement.
Back at the storm's center, Broly let out an ear-piercing scream, his aura exploding outward in a violent surge of power. The very air seemed to warp around him, and the sky above cracked with even more lightning as the storm intensified.
"KAKAROT!" Broly roared once more, his voice filled with unimaginable fury.
Louise stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear as she watched the man she had summoned threaten to destroy everything around him. Desperation clawed at her chest. She had to stop him, but how? He was too strong, too far gone.
"Broly!" she screamed, her voice barely audible over the storm's roar. "STOP!"
But Broly was lost to his rage, his mind consumed by the hallucination of Kakarot.
Broly's roar echoed through the courtyard like the rage of a thousand storms. His eyes blazed with fury, and the green aura surrounding him crackled violently, creating shockwaves that rattled the very ground beneath the academy. The sky above darkened further as if reflecting the storm within him, and the air itself seemed to tremble under the sheer weight of his power.
"RAAAAAAAH!" Broly bellowed, his voice filled with unbridled anger, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as more cracks of green energy spread across his body. His aura flared, twisting the air into a chaotic swirl of energy, and the students, staff, and onlookers were thrown into a state of panic.
Princess Henrietta's guards rushed to her side, their faces pale with fear. Though they were trained to protect the princess with their lives, the sheer magnitude of Broly's power left them trembling. Their hands shook as they gripped their swords and shields, forming a shaky protective line around Henrietta. They glanced at each other nervously, unsure of how they could possibly stand against a force like Broly.
"Protect the princess!" one of the guards shouted, his voice cracking under the pressure. The others nodded, but their fear was palpable. None of them could hide the sheer terror they felt in the presence of Broly's overwhelming power.
Louise, standing a few feet away, could feel the intense pressure radiating from Broly. Her heart was racing, and panic gripped her chest as she watched the cracks of green energy glowing brighter on Broly's skin, threatening to unleash something far more dangerous. She had seen Broly angry before, but this... this was different. He was on the verge of transforming into something far more powerful—something legendary.
"Broly, stop! Please!" Louise screamed, her voice desperate as she ran toward him. Her hands were shaking, and the mark on Broly's hand glowed with blinding intensity as it struggled to contain his rage. Every time she issued a command, the mark flared up, holding him back just enough to stop him from exploding, but even the magic of the mark was straining under the weight of Broly's power.
"BROLY, CALM DOWN!" she shouted again, her voice cracking with desperation.
But Broly wasn't listening. His mind was lost in the hallucination of Kakarot. All he could see was that face—that cursed face—and it drove him to the brink of madness. The cracks of green energy along his skin deepened, and his aura flared violently, sending another shockwave through the courtyard.
Louise was knocked off her feet by the force, landing hard on the ground. She gasped, struggling to get up as her mind raced. If he transforms into whatever this is, we're all going to die, she thought frantically. I can't stop him!
Broly's body continued to glow with green energy cracks, the sheer force of his power becoming unbearable. His muscles bulged, and his eyes blazed with a madness that seemed unstoppable.
And then, out of nowhere, a small figure darted through the chaos.
Tabitha.
With her usual calm and silent demeanor, Tabitha moved through the swirling storm of energy as if it were nothing more than a light breeze. In her hand, she held a small vial filled with a strange liquid. She moved precisely, wasting no time as she splashed the bottle's contents directly onto Broly's chest.
The effect was almost immediate.
Broly's body jerked violently as the green energy crackling across his skin began to flicker and fade. His transformation halted, the energy cracks dissipating as the potion worked its way through his system. His aura, once a raging tempest, began to calm, shrinking back into a faint glow. His breathing, once ragged and heavy with anger, slowed.
Louise, watching in disbelief from the ground, scrambled to her feet and rushed over to Tabitha. "Tabitha! What did you do?" she cried, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and confusion.
Tabitha turned to Louise, her expression as calm as ever, though there was a hint of seriousness in her eyes. "He was under the effects of a potion," she said matter-of-factly. "I just splashed him with the antidote."
"A potion?" Louise repeated, her mind reeling. "But... how? When?"
Tabitha adjusted her glasses, glancing at Broly, who was still standing, his fists clenched but no longer radiating that terrifying power. His eyes, which had been filled with madness, were now dazed as if he were coming out of a long, dark dream.
"I had a suspicion," Tabitha explained, her tone measured. "He was slipped a potion that caused hallucinations—made him see things that weren't there. The antidote neutralized it."
Louise stared at Tabitha, her heart still pounding in her chest. She didn't know what to say. Tabitha's quick thinking had saved them all. Without that antidote, there was no telling what Broly would have done. She turned her gaze to Broly, who was now breathing heavily but had stopped his approach toward Henrietta.
Broly blinked several times, the haze in his mind lifting as the mark on his hand pulsed, reinforcing Louise's earlier command to calm down. His vision cleared, and when he looked at Henrietta again, he no longer saw Kakarot. The hallucination was gone. He exhaled sharply, his body relaxing for the first time in what felt like an eternity. But the rage still simmered beneath the surface, kept in check only by the mark and whatever potion Tabitha had used.
"Kakarot..." Broly muttered, but this time, the name came out in a confused, almost dazed tone. He glanced around, his fists slowly unclenching, blood trickling from his palms where his nails had dug into his skin.
Henrietta, standing with her guards still around her, let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She watched Broly with a mixture of awe and trepidation. "So... this is your familiar, Louise?" she asked softly, her voice still shaken.
Louise nodded, swallowing hard. "Y-Yes, Your Highness. This is Broly... but he's... usually not like this." Her voice trailed off, unsure how to explain the situation.
Broly's chest rose and fell heavily as he took a few steps back, his muscles still tense. He was quiet now, but the rage that had almost consumed him was still there, lurking beneath the surface. He turned his gaze to Louise, his eyes narrowing slightly. Though the hallucination had faded, the anger toward Kakarot was still there, burning inside him like a constant reminder.
Louise looked up at Broly, her heart still racing. She could tell that he was calmer now, but she had seen the depth of his rage, the uncontrollable fury that lay just beneath the surface. It terrified her, but she couldn't show it. She had to keep control, had to keep him in check.
"Broly," she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. "It's over. Calm down."
Broly's jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything. His body was still tense, his muscles coiled as if ready to spring at any moment. But the green glow had faded, and his energy was no longer flaring wildly out of control.
Tabitha watched the scene quietly, her eyes flicking between Broly and Louise. "He's stable for now," she said, her voice calm. "But whoever gave him that potion may still be nearby."
Louise's eyes widened in realization. Someone had done this to Broly on purpose. But who? And why?
She looked around the courtyard, scanning the faces of the students and staff. But amidst the panic and confusion, she couldn't tell who might be responsible. One thing was certain, though—whoever had done this had wanted Broly to lose control. They had wanted chaos.
Louise, still shaken, turned back to Broly, who stood silent and brooding, his eyes flickering with the remnants of rage. For now, the storm had passed. But deep down, she knew that this was only the beginning.
Broly was a force she could barely control—and there were others watching, waiting for the perfect moment to exploit his power.
And Louise knew she had to be ready for whatever came next.
Well, things almost got "legendary" there with Broly about to unleash his full power! That could've been a disaster, but thankfully, Tabitha swooped in like a boss and saved the day with her antidote. 😅 But now the real question is—was Longueville successful with her sneaky plan? Guess we'll have to wait and see what happens in the next chapter! Stay tuned! 👀