Chapter 50 – Time to Get Beaten Up

"I know the Cardifen family, but who's this Teresa?"

"Who knows? Is it really that strange for a few Wild Divine Princesses to show up at Coleman?"

"What is up with this year? Has Coleman Academy, usually so selective, suddenly started admitting so many Wild Divine Princesses—or is it just my luck to bump into every one of them?"

"Hmph........."

At the center of the spectator stand, in the mentor's section, Frand listened to the murmuring all around him, a cold, self-satisfied smirk curving his lips.

He had already sent someone to advise Teresa to be sensible and withdraw from Dylin’s team. But who would have thought that this wild girl would be so ignorant of what's good for her, completely disregarding the conditions he had offered.

When Frand learned of this, he was furious. As a noble-blooded elf and a deputy mentor of Coleman Academy, stooping down to talk to her was already an enormous gesture of grace.

Since this Wild Divine Princess didn’t know her place, then it was time for harsh reality to teach her a lesson.

Frand sat upright in the mentor's section, making conversation with the other instructors while keeping a close eye on the arena, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"Priest Estel, you're here too?"

Someone among the mentors said this, though Frand didn’t catch who it was.

Upon hearing it, Frand's expression instantly shifted. His refined demeanor vanished, his facial muscles tensed up, now brimming with flattery and obsequiousness.

"Lord Estel, you’re here and didn’t even let me know—please, please, sit here!"

Frand immediately vacated his own seat and made an inviting gesture to the elegant elf youth standing behind him.

"No need for such courtesy, Mentor Frand, please remain seated."

The dark-haired elf youth didn’t accept Frand’s offer. Leaning on a cane, he swept his gaze over the mentor’s seats. Finding no vacant spot, he simply stood at the corner of the section in silence.

Rebuffed in front of his peers, an awkward look flickered across Frand's face. Still, he had no choice but to let it go. He didn’t sit back down, however—instead, he chose to stand next to Estel.

"Lord Estel, are you here specifically to watch Her Highness Astrid’s match?"

Since the other didn’t initiate conversation, Frand took it upon himself to break the silence.

He knew that Estel could only be here because of Astrid. It had to be related to her if a renowned elf scholar like him was willing to leave the lab and make time for a match.

Frand knew well that Estel was chasing that glimpse of unparalleled moonlight.

As the noble Silver Moon Saintess and Elf Princess, Astrid wasn’t only immensely popular among humans and demi-humans, but also had many admirers within the Elf Tribe.

However, due to cultural differences, elves expressed affection in a very unique way. Compared to humans, elves were much more reserved. Before confirming that the one they liked felt the same, most would choose to quietly observe rather than disturb the one they loved.

Priest Estel was just such a person. He never spoke a word about his feelings for Astrid, but within the Elf Tribe, it was an open secret. Whenever news about Astrid came up, he was always the first to react—even to the point of halting experiments halfway.

"Mm. Pity I arrived late,"

Estel replied coolly. The moment he stepped into the mentor section, his gaze had already locked onto the silver-haired girl on the spectator stand, radiant and revered.

With his understanding of Astrid's personality, she would typically leave right after a match.

The fact that she didn’t leave but stayed to watch meant that the next match had caught her interest.

Could it be... related to that human?

Estel’s brow lifted ever so slightly.

The battlefield had been cleared. A tall, well-dressed brown-haired girl walked out from one end of the prep room. She held a long whip in her hand, her chin lifted proudly, her face brimming with ease and certainty.

Today, Irene was full of confidence. For her, teaching a presumptuous Wild Divine Princess a lesson was just a bit of fun. More importantly, she wanted to demonstrate her talent and strength before the entire faculty and student body.

Her opponent was a Wild Divine Princess without a Domain. This was an opportunity she had to seize.

"Irene? I remember she’s the second daughter of the Cardifen family. Wonder how strong she is."

"And where’s that Teresa? The match is about to start and she’s still not here?"

Since Astrid hadn’t left, a large crowd of spectators remained. Discussion buzzed over the unfolding match.

Irene sneered as she looked toward the opposite exit of the arena.

Whether Teresa ran or showed up, today she was going to be humiliated.

Up in the stands, Astrid quietly stared at the other player tunnel.

If her senses weren’t mistaken, Teresa—that golden-haired girl—was still an Unawakened Divine Princess.

A fully Awakened Divine Princess going up against one who wasn’t…

That was a complete dimensional suppression...

Just as the audience was growing restless, movement came from the other player tunnel.

Under the dazzling sunlight, platinum hair shimmered like molten silver, flowing down like silk to the ankles, swaying behind the girl like a tail with every step she took.

The golden-haired girl carried a nearly body-length “metal pipe” on her back and stepped into the arena unhurriedly. Her pace was steady, and each movement hit a rhythm that seemed precisely tuned to “grace” and “elegance,” making it easy to overlook her humble origins.

That was...

Staring at the object on the girl's back, Astrid’s eyes widened slightly.

She recognized it at a glance—Dylin’s flintlock.

A duel between Divine Princesses... using a flintlock??

Astrid understood immediately. Just as she had suspected—Teresa truly was still an Unawakened Divine Princess.

If that was the case...

"Tch..."

Watching Teresa’s entrance, Irene gave a cold snort.

Wild mutt. Who are you trying to fool with that act?

"Long time no see, Teresa. What a coincidence, huh? I ended up matched against you."

Irene tugged on the whip in her hand, smiling at the silent Teresa with a glint of amusement.

"As classmates, don’t you think—if you’d just been willing to get along with me nicely—we wouldn’t have had to end up like this~?"

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