Chapter 138: Main Tournament (Part-4) (1/2)

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Got sick. Sorry for the delay.

There’s is a stunned silence in the stadium. Everyone is looking at Naomi as if they couldn’t believe what she just said. Even I am not an exception to this.

I… I won? For real?

But Naomi didn’t even let Ilyrana defend against my spell. And more importantly, why does she look so scared and baffled right now?

“Miss Naomi, I request you to not joke around at the moment. It’s quite rude to intervene in a match like this and waste the time of all the people present here,” Ilyrana says, her small fists clenched and a hint of anger in her beautiful voice.

“What makes you think that I am joking around, Princess?”

Turning her expressions back to normal, Noami turns around and fix her eyes on Ilyrana. Due to the absence of the usual playfulness on Naomi’s face, even Ilyrana looks quite surprised. Anyone could tell that she is quite serious here.

“But why? His spell simply broke through a low-level light barrier, right!? There are more powerful defensive spells that I can use,” Ilyrana says.

“Believe me or not, at your current level, none of the spells you know could’ve defended against that. If I hadn’t intervened, you would’ve permanently lost one of your arms, princess,” Naomi replies, lightly shaking her head.

…

“M-My arms?” Ilyrana looks shocked for a second before turning angry once again.

“Don’t lie so blatantly, Miss Naomi. This doesn’t suit your high status at all. Even if I am to believe your ridiculous claim that this boy’s spell was powerful enough to reach me, there’s no way I would’ve been hurt!

“Haven’t you— one of the ten most powerful beings— deployed a wide-area protective spell in the arena!? Are you saying that that tiny purple ball was powerful enough to break through that!? Preposterous!” Ilyrana argues.

“Of course, that’s exactly what I am saying, princess. Otherwise, why do I think I personally entered the arena to save you?” Naomi replies, raising her eyebrows.

…

“But… But that’s not possible…”

Ilyrana’s voice falters. Clearly, what just happened was beyond her understanding. But well, even though she doesn’t want to believe it, Naomi’s words cannot be ignored.

“Tell me, what was that strange element—?”

“Let’s head back to the stands now, shall we? As you said, we shouldn’t waste the crowd’s time,” Naomi says, hastily cutting in-between.

“No, I am not going anywhere before—”

“Princess Ilyrana, we shall talk later,” Naomi says sternly, staring at Ilyrana meaningfully.

…

“… Alright.”

Ilyrana frowns for a moment before nodding resentfully. She then turns around and she faces me again.

“Don’t you dare think that we’re done,” she coldly says before exiting the arena. Naomi also throws a complicated glance at me before following behind Ilyrana.

… What the heck was that about?

“Ahem, that was quite… amusing.”

The next moment, Principal Winde stands up again and speak in his magnified voice.

“Anyway, the qualifiers for the next round are; Aria Woods, Debbie Sherman, Anthony Gold, Penelope Bengston, and Jacob. My congratulations to them. Now, the contestants for the next match are…”

…

Leaving the arena, my teammates and I make our way towards the stands. By looking at Aria and Debbie’s hesitant expressions, I can tell that they want to say something to me but are too overwhelmed to actually do so.

And well, I also don’t want to start any conversation right now. I am busy with someone at the moment…

[…]

What?

[You’re fucked…]

Yeah, I kinda guessed that.