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Little Tyrant Doesn t Want to Meet with a Bad End CH 389

Author:Bells on Cat Ears Category:urban Update time:2023-01-03 14:50:21

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Chapter 389: Under The Table War

 

In the bustling banquet hall, Roel’s eyes suddenly widened before he could say a word.

As the soft sensation interlocked with his fingers under the table, a shudder ran through his body.

His face reddened and heartbeat hastened, as if he was on a roller coaster ride. 

Geralt was baffled by his reaction.

He couldn’t have imagined that Roel’s ECG graph was experiencing a huge leap at this very instant. 

Meanwhile, Lilian was still calmly discussing the Kingdom Origin Attribute with Paul, showing no hints of what was happening beneath the surface.

“Chief, what’s wrong Why is your face so red”

“Ah It’s nothing.

I just feel a little warm.”

“Yeah, the weather has been getting warmer recently.

Geralt decided not to pay any heed to Roel's stiffened expression and fully immersed himself in the food and beverage instead.

On the other hand, Agent Paul remained firmly seated on his chair as if he was glued to it. 

Seeing this, Lilian showed a rare smile. 

As the one whose homeland was located geographically furthest away from Roel, Lilian knew that her only chance to interact with him was while they were in the academy.

Their interactions also had to be kept secret due to their political associations.

This was a crippling disadvantage in this intense war for love.

However, she was able to compensate for that by securing a crucial lead over the other competitors—the support of Paul Ackermann. 

Despite her limited contact with Roel, she was able to remain updated about his affairs thanks to Paul.

In fact, her greatest enjoyment nowadays came from going through Roel’s daily report, and today’s move was a calculated maneuver based on gathered intelligence. 

She knew that the other women wouldn’t be able to attend this party as they were too busy with the affairs of their respective factions.

This was an ideal opportunity for her to make her move.

The feeling of secretly advancing ahead of others in this race excited her greatly, especially when she was doing it before so many people. 

With their fingers interlocked with one another, their bloodlines naturally began resonating with each other.

A slight blush slowly appeared on Lilian’s face as she felt a tingling warmth in her chest.

She had openly flirted with Roel back when he was in his regressed form in order to win him over, but oddly enough, now that he had reverted back to his adult form, she found herself lacking the courage to go on the offensive. 

That being said, she still enjoyed the little warm interactions between them.

They were simple but fulfilling.

It was as if some kind of energy was charging up her heart, making the world around her look warm and fuzzy.

She felt like this blissful sensation would last till the end of time if she could just monopolize him. 

As she immersed herself in this rare bliss, her amethyst eyes began curling in delight.

She knew that she mustn’t expose her true feelings in public, but the corners of her lips defied her will and obstinately inched upward.

The changes in her expression looked ever so conspicuous in the eyes of Paul, who was trying to cover for her. 

Some people feigned a cold attitude to appear solemn and authoritative whereas some were simply born that way.

Lilian belonged to the latter category.

Her enemies saw her cold rationality as chilling hostility whereas her followers saw it as a mark of a powerful emperor in the making. 

Yet, Paul realized that her icy demeanor would mellow down whenever she was by Roel’s side.

She looked demure and youthful, words that hardly anyone would use to describe her.

It was for this reason that Paul willingly took on the role of a matchmaker between Lilian and Roel. 

Just as I thought.

Imperial sister Lilian should get together with big brother Roel, Paul thought with a smile. 

Due to them chatting about their Origin Attributes, most people had chosen to walk away so as to give them some private space.

Geralt had also walked off to propose a toast with his buddies.

Now that no one else was around, Lilian was able to start whispering to Roel.

“Congratulations on your advancement.”

“Thanks, senior.

You too.

How was the preliminary round for you”

“I was planning to end it fast so that I could watch your match, but my group was assigned to one of the larger dungeons,” replied Lilian lamentably.

She still couldn’t get over the fact how her group was assigned to the frighteningly huge grass field terrain.

Roel chuckled softly at her remark.

“Don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything.

The preliminary round doesn’t pose much of a challenge to us anyway.

I’ll make sure to watch your fights in the subsequent rounds.”

“Ah… You’ll putting me in a spot.”

“Hm”

Roel blinked his eyes questioningly at the unexpected reply.

Lilian gave Roel’s hand a light squeeze before leaning over toward him with a mischievous smile.

“I wouldn’t bear to end the fight when your eyes are locked on me,” she whispered into his ear.

“!”

Roel was first stunned by those words before he turned over to look at her with widened eyes.

He could feel an unbearable itch in his chest. 

His baffled response induced a peal of laughter from Lilian.

She suddenly felt an urge to touch Roel’s cheek, but the crowd around them disallowed her from doing as she pleased.

Unable to get what she wanted, she could only make do with poking Roel’s hand before sighing in disappointment. 

“Don’t you think that we haven’t been able to meet up much ever since returning to the academy”

“We have been meeting every day in class, but we haven’t really been able to meet in private,” replied Roel with a sigh.

All of them had been rather busy recently due to the ruckus caused by the arrival of the transfer students and the Challenger Cup, such that he hadn’t been able to meet up much with Nora and Charlotte either.

The performance of the faction members in the Challenger Cup would determine how others viewed the faction.

Given that Roel and the others were leaders of their respective factions, it was only right for them to provide help to their members for this important tournament, be it to offer pointers or impart combat strategies.

In fact, the prowess of their respective factions was one of the evaluation criteria for Ringbearers.

It was fortunate that Roel’s effort paid off, as shown by Geralt’s breakthrough to Origin Level 4 and Paul’s advancement into the second round. 

He heard that there were quite a few talented members in the Goldenrose Faction and Redrose Faction who had successfully raised their Origin Levels under Nora and Charlotte’s guidance. 

As for the Purplerose Faction… there was actually no need for Lilian to do much.

She was already ranked first amongst the student populace, and the Purplerose Faction already commanded unshakable authority within the academy.

She could better devote her time to other matters. 

“It can’t be helped.

The Bluerose Faction is still in its growing phase.

We’ll have to prove ourselves in order to secure more resources from the academy.

I’ve been busy with that recently.”

“I understand.

The academy’s internal evaluation places great emphasis on Origin Level, so there’s no helping it,” replied Lilian with a sigh. 

However, she soon thought of something that hyped up her spirits.

“When the Challenger Cup ends and the second academic semester starts, we’ll be able to resume our remedial classes.

Second Graders are also allowed to accept missions outside the academy.

We’ll be able to spend much more time together.”

Lilian felt satisfied just thinking about it.

On the other hand, Roel showed a wry smile when he heard about the remedial lessons. 

It was then that an unexpected piece of news reached their ears. 

“Chief, Miss Chris is here.”

“Miss Chris is here Wait a moment…”

Roel’s face stiffened as an ominous feeling gripped his heart.

Before he could ask about it, the red-haired Chris entered the banquet hall together with a silver-haired woman. 

Thus, Alicia and Lilian met eyes with each other.

 

“Miss Alicia, I can’t believe that you would come all the way here just to fulfill your own selfish desires.

Do you know what kind of trouble you’ll bring Roel if your identity were to be exposed”

“Your Highness Lilian, you seem to be misunderstanding something.

I am here as Chris’ relative.

It’s only right for me to follow her here to congratulate her student.”

Across the table, Lilian and Alicia sharply glared at each other, neither willing to back down here.

Unaware about what was going on here, Chris eyed the two of them contemplatively.

Paul quickly made his escape, knowing that he didn’t have any business here anymore.

Roel looked upon this mess with twitching lips.

He could have never imagined that Alicia would actually find such a method to attend the banquet.

She even boldly took the seat next to him, claiming that Chris had told him to take care of her.

Heh, what a coincidence.

I happened to have taken care of this child before.

Hell, it wouldn’t even be an exaggeration for me to say that I was the one who raised her!

The situation was so ridiculous that Roel didn’t know what to make of it.

It was as if a stranger had suddenly walked up to him and entrusted him with his own kid to take care of. 

Still, there was no denying that Alicia’s unorthodox methods were indeed effective.

At least it did somewhat make sense logically, and it deterred the academy’s paparazzi from approaching. 

Chris was the youngest sage teacher in Saint Freya Academy.

Only a fool would get on her bad side for no reason.

The other students also chose to keep their distance as they weren’t familiar with Chris and she wasn’t a particularly approachable individual. 

Meanwhile, Alicia was able to do as she pleased thanks to this weird relationship web.

“Big brother Roel, can you tell me more about what happened at the Challenger Cup I’m curious,” Alicia tugged Roel’s sleeves and asked. 

Her ‘big brother Roel’ didn’t look out of place to strangers, and Roel had no qualms with it either.

The only one who was hopping mad after hearing it was Lilian.

I had to act secretly to conceal my relationship with him, but you’re here to snatch him away from me openly

The abrupt tightening of Lilian’s grip made Roel’s heart skip a beat.

Alicia keenly noticed Roel’s unnatural expression and shot a glare at Lilian.

She reached under the table and attempted to pry their hands apart.

Beneath the peaceful facade, the dining table had turned into a battlefield.

“Miss Alicia, can you keep your tantrums in check You’re being unpleasant.”

“Your Highness Lilian, I’d return those words to you.

Are you a little child who needs to be handheld through her meal”

The two women maintained their smiles while raising the level of their aggression, be it in terms of verbal prowess or their grip strength.

The one to suffer was the man sitting between them.

Cracks started showing in his expression as beads of sweat flowed down his face.

I can’t feel my hands anymore.

Despite Lilian and Alicia’s slender frame, they were powerful transcendents with physical prowess far exceeding that of an ordinary human.

Their tremendous strength was further boosted by a ‘Rage’ buff, making their acts of pulling and tugging Roel’s hands as good as ‘enhanced interrogation techniques’.

Roel could only last a minute in this torture before he caved in and asked the duo to stop.

It was also around then that Chris finally made sense of this triangular relationship, and it left her dumbstruck.

She could have never imagined that the mentor-mentee romance between her and Carter would occur on her students too.

What’s going on Does the Ascart House have some kind of mentor-mentee romance buff

Such a situation placed Chris in a spot. 

She was in an alliance with Alicia, but at the same time, she didn’t want to see her own student walking down the same path as her. 

In the end, she decided to adopt a neutral stance and not help anyone.

Her decision condemned Roel into the pits of despair.

With the only authoritative personnel present choosing not to intervene, there was no one else to stop the rampage of the two ladies.

It took an entire hour, till the celebration party finally approached its end, for the two ladies to end their fight.

“See you, big brother Roel!”

“Junior Roel, I’m grateful for your hospitality.

May we meet in the finals.”

After saying their farewells, the two ladies left the Azure Manor, much to Roel’s relief. 

With the celebration parties coming to an end, an atmosphere of nervousness and anticipation started looming over Saint Freya Academy and even the whole of Leinster. 

The real show of the challenger Cup, the 1-on-1 matches, was about to begin. 

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Winning the Challenger Cup was the highest level of honor a young transcendent could achieve.

The champion would be taking away wealth, fame, and a bright future away with them.

There had never been a single Challenger Cup that had failed to excite the crowd, especially when it came to the 1-on-1 matches. 

Over a hundred top-notch challengers would be fighting each other with everything they had, no means barred.

That was definitely something worth watching.

Unlike ordinary tournaments, the fighting terrain in the Challenger Cup was chosen at random.

It could be a forest, a sea, or just an unassuming dueling ring.

There were several considerations behind implementing such a rule. 

Traditional dueling rings were advantageous to challengers adept at frontal assault.

If the Challenger Cup were to standardize the fighting terrain to traditional dueling rings, transcendents who were weaker at frontal assault but possessed other exceptional skills would be unable to showcase their true capabilities. 

Other than that, there were usually challengers who were skilled in divination too.

By bringing a random variable into play, their competency could be showcased through the thoroughness of their preparations.

Last but not least, it also encapsulated the concept of luck.

Luck was not just mysticism in the Sia Continent.

It was possible to alter one’s luck to some degree through blessings and magic tools, and Roel’s Blessed Wheat was one such example.

One could view the terrain selection as a tug-of-war between the two challengers’ luck and fate. 

Three days after the end of the preliminary round, the 1-on-1 matches finally started.

There were some adjustments in the ranking of the seeded challengers, and Roel had fallen a rank to thirteenth place. 

It was due to the biggest dark horse in the preliminary round, Kurt, charging into the top ten.

The gigantification ability of his Giant Bloodline was simply too formidable.

To an average individual who hardly knew anything about transcendent abilities, a massive physique was commonly viewed to be a hallmark of power.

Due to that, the crowd had high expectations for Kurt, and he even gained quite a few followers. 

Roel personally didn’t think much of it.

After all, it was not as if Kurt was a real giant. 

A human who inherited the Giant Bloodline was ultimately still a human.

Even if he enlarged his body by a hundredfold, it was still nothing but the manifestation of mana.

It couldn’t compete with the real thing. 

That being said, he was perfectly fine with it.

He was still looking to rake in quick cash here. 

The Challenger Cup was practically the greatest gambling event in the Sia Continent.

Spectators who had come from far and wide would usually put in some money on challengers they favored for entertainment’s sake. 

Challengers were forbidden from participating in the gambling themselves… but Alicia could.

Roel had previously borrowed 400,000 gold coins from Charlotte to repay his debt to the System.

It was not that the Ascart Fiefdom was poor, but it was currently in a crucial phase of its development and was tight on money.

Of course, he could definitely squeeze out the money from the Ascart Fiefdom if he were to slash some of the major projects, but there was no way he would do that.

All of the projects he had initiated for the Ascart Fiefdom were important for setting the foundations required for its future prosperity, so he couldn’t possibly stifle its funding over his private affairs. 

That being said, it wouldn’t do for him to shamelessly drag out the debt he owed to Charlotte for years.

That was why he could only participate in the gambling, and the condition he chose to gamble on was the duration of the match.

There were many factors a person could bet on in the Challenger Cup, such as the victor, the terrain, the duration of the match, and even the killing blow.

Of them, the duration of the match was the easiest factor to control. 

In the first match, Roel was paired with an Origin Level 4 transcendent coming from one of Leinster's many academies.

The chosen terrain was a mountainous forest that contained a huge waterfall.

It was generally an easy battle, and he managed to defeat his opponent at a lightning-fast speed. 

Roel’s second opponent wasn’t too strong either.

He was an ex-adventurer who possessed the ability to turn his body as tough as stone.

He would have made quite a troublesome adversary for most challengers, but he was unlucky to have encountered Roel, who was maxed out on offensive power. 

In the open desert, Grandar smashed through the enemy’s multiple layers of defenses and dealt overwhelming damage that swiftly exceeded the substitution magic tool’s damage threshold.

Roel had made sure to hold back so as to avoid inflicting severe injuries on the other party. 

With those two easy battles, Roel managed to triple his capital. 

However, the next round wasn’t going to be as easy.

In the round to determine the top 16, the opponent he was matched with was none other than Selina Bess. 

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