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Chapter 243 Laurel Wreath

Even louder cheers erupted in the arena. Finally, it was time for the final showdown. As soon as the figure carrying a lance and riding a black horse appeared on the stage, many people immediately waved their scarves and hats, cheering for the favorite to win the championship.

"Ah, here he comes." Kanyon clapped his hands happily.

Lilith was not interested in the twins' performance. She was only curious about why the younger brother was on stage but not Neril. She could not help but turn her head and glanced at the surrounding stands, but she did not see the distinctive skin color.

When she turned her head to look at the field again, she found that someone in the far opposite stands, which was full of civilians, was waving in her direction. Lilith looked closely and saw that Neller was smiling at her.

Why is he there? Lilith raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"You must have had a hard time during this holiday." On the other side, Margaret carefully looked at the princess's expression. Before the final began, Her Royal Highness Catherine actually sat in this noisy arena and took a nap quietly. Margaret and Leila could only straighten their bodies to shield the crown prince a little.

"It's fine, just some boring meetings. His Majesty is feeling better now, so if he attends, I'll just have to sit in."

Catherine looked at the figures fighting in the venue and tried hard to adjust her tired expression. This vacation was depressing and boring. What was more unbearable than learning those boring knowledge was that she often had to attend events with King George and perform a harmonious and intimate royal relationship in front of everyone.

When a person has been sick for a long time, a heavy black fog seems to linger around his body. Catherine stayed beside the king, looking at his dark face that was still forcing a smile, smelling the unpleasant odor emanating from his body, and thinking of her father's endless instructions. She always felt that even breathing had become a difficult thing.

Now being able to hang out with friends in the arena and watch the fun is the most relaxing moment of her holiday.

It is inevitable that people will feel sleepy when they relax. After talking to Margaret for a while, she fell asleep with her head propped up.

Margaret looked at the tired princess with a hesitant look on her face.

"Don't waste time trying to guess my feelings, Margaret." Catherine's voice was hoarse, thinking about the possibility of sleeping with her eyes open. "If you have anything to say, just say it directly."

Margaret seemed to have taken a reassurance pill. She moved closer and said softly, "When I was investigating the task you assigned to me, I also heard some other rumors... Maybe it's not a big deal for you, but I think I need to tell you."

Catherine just watched the fight in the audience in front of her with a blank look in her eyes.

"There is some public opinion in the city now. I am not sure whether it is limited to High Court... It seems to have started with the common people and is still spreading. They think... the selection of the crown prince is still controversial. After all, you are busy with your studies and rarely show up in High Court..."

As Margaret spoke, she couldn't help but make up some excuses for Catherine, which made Catherine couldn't help but smile.

Margaret mustered up her courage and said, "Some people believe that a more suitable candidate for the crown prince should be——"

A huge cheer suddenly broke out, completely drowning out Margaret's voice, and even startled Catherine who was listening attentively.

On the field, the knight on the black horse and black armor knocked his opponent to the ground and thrust his lance into the opponent's kneecap through the gap in his armor. No one could hear the opponent's screams. Amid the huge cheers, his pain seemed like a pantomime and no one cared.

Lilith couldn't help but shudder when she saw this. Even though she had lived in this era of cold weapons for many years and even though she herself had weapons in her hands, she still found it difficult to adapt when she saw this kind of scene.

Nevalish quickly got back on his horse, and facing the countless flowers and handkerchiefs thrown to him, he came to the stone platform under the central stand, drew out his black knife, bent down, picked up the white wreath on the platform, and held it in his blood-stained hands.

He turned his horse and headed in the direction of Catherine. The cheers from the side became louder, and Lilith was almost knocked over by the oncoming sound waves.

The heroic young man held up the wreath and kicked the horse's belly, letting it pace freely in the field. At the same time, he took off his helmet. The fierce battle made him sweat profusely, and his hair looked like it had been fished out of water. As soon as he lifted the helmet, the gushing hot air continued to steam upwards.

"Tsk, such youthful vigor." Kanien beside him exclaimed, "No wonder Her Majesty the Queen loves to watch these..."

Lilith smiled when she heard that, and sure enough, she saw the queen holding a wine glass and laughing happily on the central stand.

"Ah, he's coming." Kanien showed an expression of expectedness, and looked sideways at the princess who was sitting crookedly behind him.

Neva held up the wreath, and all the cheers and applause finally stopped slowly. Everyone's eyes were focused on this high-spirited young man. His eyes were as round and clever as a cat's, and his chocolate-colored skin was shining with a unique luster under the sunlight. At this moment, he was smiling at the silver-haired girl sitting on the high platform and said loudly -

"I would like to present this wreath of victory and glory to the most noble and beautiful girl in Highgarden!"

Another round of cheers rang out. Most of the people in the stands were young men and women, and they all looked at Catherine with envy.

Amid the cheers, Neva suddenly reined in his horse and turned around, heading towards the stands where the civilians were. After everyone slowly quieted down in confusion, he continued:

"Her kindness is like the bright moon in the quiet night sky, shedding its silvery light and dispelling the fear of darkness. She is a gift from God and a legend in the world. Her kindness and holiness will be remembered forever..."

Margaret was stunned, her heart suddenly sank, and she looked at the princess in panic, only to see that she still had a calm face, looking at the young man in the field -

"Only she deserves such a wreath, dedicated to the most beautiful moon in Highgarden, the princess of the empire - the Holy Maiden of the Shining Moon, Freya Bishop!" Neva raised the white laurel wreath high towards the civilian stands.

Freya? Who? Before Lilith could ask Kanion, she saw that after a brief silence, the opposite stand burst into even more enthusiastic cheers. Someone took the lead and shouted Freya.

Gradually, everyone began to shout this name together.

"Freya--Freya--!"

Nerel, who was sitting in the opposite stand, looked at the silver-haired princess opposite him and slowly smiled.

Unlike the stands on the opposite side, the stands on the noble side fell into deathly silence. Everyone exchanged surprised glances with each other and carefully tried to observe the princess's expression.

"What is that guy doing!" Kanyon beside Lilith suddenly cursed and looked towards the central stand. Lilith looked in the direction and saw that the queen's expression was really ugly compared to Catherine's expressionless face.

"Freya--Freya--!" The people's shouts were frenzied! More and more people joined in the shouting, even including some of the Knights of Light who were on guard.

Margaret's palms were sweaty; this was the public opinion she was about to tell Her Royal Highness Catherine.

But, it seems it's too late...