Chapter 61: About to begin
April 26, 3097 in the Gabriel Calendar.
10:20 AM.
“How’s it going, are you still adapting to the human world?” Tyr raised his hand and asked Arena, who scratched her head, seemingly thinking seriously for a moment before answering.
“It feels much busier than the Elven Empire, but the smells are very mixed.”
“After all, they are humans. People wearing cheap makeup are everywhere on the streets. By the way, don’t you feel uncomfortable covering your ears with a hat?” Tyr pointed to Arena’s blue and white checkered hat. The Butterfly of Sunflowers then took off the hat on the Wind Elf’s head. Immediately, both long ears stood upright. Perhaps they had been worn for a while, and the cute pointed ears trembled a few times.
“It’s a bit uncomfortable, but it’s much better than going back to the slave shop.” Arena touched her ears, seeming not to mind much.
“All right, let’s talk about the competition next.”
“Yeah.”
April 26th.
10:09 AM.
“So that’s how it is, so that’s how it is.” Yuehai looked at the competition project in his hand, and couldn’t help but let out a voice of sudden realization. After touching his chin and pondering for a while, he turned his gaze to the front of Claude.
“You’ve done very well, Master Claude. With this, our chances of entering the top three have increased by a few points.”
“We!” Claude seemed very happy that Yuehai used this term, casting aside any guilt he had about cheating. And Noah, who had been standing by the side all along, suddenly spoke up.
“The final match of the competition is an improvisational performance of martial arts and magic. It seems difficult to prepare for in advance.”
“Well, let’s just cooperate a bit now. Since Duke has said he wants us to get along, let’s try practicing these days.” Yuehai finished speaking, placing his right hand on Claude’s shoulder and said.
“So, please teach me more in the coming days.”
“But, I still need to study swordsmanship.” This statement was not false. Claude was already approaching the level of a “Royal” grade warrior. Although he was happy to interact with Yuehai, swordsmanship was equally important. As a knight, besides honor, what he should value most is the sword in his hand!
Seeing Claude’s hesitant expression but firm gaze, Yuehai gently held Claude’s hands and shook them softly. With a tender voice, she said.
“It’s just a dozen days or so, can’t you accompany me?”
Claude fell into a trance again, only to come back to his senses ten seconds later and said in a daze.
“Of course, compared to swordsmanship, Miss Yuehai’s competition is more important. These days, I, Claude, will be at your service.”
“Thank you so much, Master Claude,” Yuehai said, chuckling slyly. This made Noah behind the girl couldn’t help but shiver, silently stepping back two steps.
This cunning woman.
May 18th.
11:19 AM.
“Wow~ So this is Cyril Duchy! It’s so lively!” exclaimed the girl dressed in noble red attire as she walked down the street. Given the current circumstances, even if her voice were a few levels louder, it probably wouldn’t attract much attention. However, her exquisite beauty made passersby dazed and unable to look away. It even caused a small-scale traffic jam and admiration.
“Your Highness Xuelian, please put on your veil.” The military guard following behind held a black veil mask and, without saying a word, put it on the girl’s shiny golden hair. With sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, not a single person dared to look for even half a second longer. They immediately lowered their heads and dispersed. Some uncomfortable murmurs came from the girl, who adjusted her veil and looked up at the military guard.
“But this thing is really suffocating, Ufas. I can hardly breathe properly.”
“Then we’ll figure something out when you can’t breathe anymore.” The military guard Ufas had a vein popping on his head, and his handsome face now appeared somewhat helpless.
“Your Highness, you are the Imperial Princess. Please have some self-awareness as a person of high status and show some understanding for us poor servants.”
“But Ufas, you’re not a mere servant. You’re the commander of a hundred thousand elite troops, a person of high status,” Xuelian said, making a strange gesture as if trying to convey the idea of being superior.
“Your Highness, Princess Xuelian, I beg of you, let’s go to the Duke’s mansion first, please. I feel really uneasy protecting you alone. Once we’re there, we’ll have three thousand Heavenly-ranked experts with us, and then you can roam as you please.”
“But I think it’s more fun with just the two of us,” Xuelian said innocently, her big watery eyes wide open, while Ufas on the other side just wanted to gouge his own eyes out, attempting to persuade the old ancestor to move.
“Ah, Ufas, look, look, the Magic Girl Competition! Isn’t this the famous competition that’s been making waves on the Magic Shadowstone recently?”
“Yes, yes, I’ve seen enough excitement. Your Highness should be able to move now,” Ufas said helplessly, closing his eyes in the hope that this gesture would convey his predicament to the girl in front of him. But what followed was a crisp voice.
“Uncle, I want to sign up!”
“Okay.”
“…” Ufas looked at Xuelian, who had already attached the contestant number to her skirt. Finally, he gave up thinking.
