Chapter 85: The Final Showdown

Chapter 85: The Final Showdown

Celia’s demeanor made Hela realize that this knight wouldn’t speak easily.

But since she wouldn’t, Hela said herself, “Celia, this matter should be related to Princess Anna, right?”

Though she didn’t know much, from Airael’s performance today combined with some recent events, she picked up on a few clues.

Seeing Hela’s certainty, Celia fell silent.

However, for Hela, silence amounted to a different form of acknowledgment.

Hela sighed, “Since you won’t speak, I’ll let it be. If it involves Your Majesty’s personal matters, I truly shouldn’t pry too much. I just hope Your Majesty doesn’t make a wrong choice!”

Celia sighed in relief inwardly.

Then she smiled and said, “My Lady Hela, His Majesty can handle this herself. We must have faith in Her Majesty.”

“Yes!”

Hela gently nodded and then stood up, saying, “I apologize for disturbing you tonight, Celia.”

With that, Hela turned to leave.

Celia stood and watched her go.

After Hela had left, Celia sat back down on the sofa.

At that moment, she completely exhaled, the pressure from facing the usually strict Hela was truly overwhelming.

Thinking about it, Celia sighed in her heart: Your Majesty, please don’t let us down!

Meanwhile, Airael was sitting at the bedside, lost in thought.

Beside her, Anna had already fallen asleep.

The little girl didn’t have as many thoughts as the adults beside her.

Being already sleepy, she was easily coaxed into dreamland by Airael.

After sitting there for a while longer, Airael turned her gaze to Anna beside her.

Then she slowly lay down, watching her daughter’s cute sleeping face and smiled gently.

Before long, she too entered dreamland.

The next day.

In the Grand Arena of the Elven Royal City.

Today, compared to the previous two days, many more elves had gathered.

The stands of the arena were almost filled to the brim with elves.

Today’s competition was different from the previous two.

The first two matches were elimination rounds, while today’s would decide the ultimate victor.

If that victor were to gain the recognition of their Queen, it would mean, unexpectedly, the emergence of a man to stand by Her Majesty.

Though many elves didn’t want to admit it, this was something they had promised to the humans.

Since that was the case, let them witness the outstanding performance of Her Majesty’s man!

Similarly, Airael, who was disguised, observed the lively scene today, feeling quite speechless.

She could somewhat sense what was on their minds, especially since some had openly expressed their thoughts.

“I never expected these two men to be even as handsome as our elven guys!”

“Only such men are worthy of our Queen.”

“I’m so jealous! If only I could have a match with such powerful males!”

“Exactly! Just imagining such a scene is satisfying enough.”

These were the comments from a few young elven girls not far from Airael.

It was clear from their words and attire that they were quite young.

This was the peak time for them to dream.

Especially when dreaming about love.

They yearned for a beautiful romance.

Listening to them, Airael thought: You girls may think it sounds beautiful, but when you experience this kind of situation yourself, you’ll understand how difficult the choices can be.

“Miss, it’s so lively here today!”

Celia, upon entering, was still processing the atmosphere.

Once she caught on, she turned to Airael and spoke.

“Focus on the match,” Airael replied.

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Arthur and Crown, who had just entered the arena.

“Yes!”

Celia promptly focused her attention on the two.

In the arena, Crown’s eyes were fixed intently on Arthur opposite him as he declared, “This day has finally come, Axi. I will defeat you here.”

He emanated a momentum that pressed down on Arthur.

Arthur sighed inwardly, shaking his head slightly in resignation before responding, “Crown, you will not defeat me!”

As he said this, a momentum erupted from Arthur that was no less than Crown’s.

In this match, he absolutely couldn’t afford to lose.

Crown was momentarily stunned by Arthur’s presence.

Then, recovering, he surged with anger and charged at Arthur with his sword raised.

Arthur, unfazed, countercharged.

In an instant, the two swords clashed mid-air.

Both fighters trembled as they stumbled back a few paces.

While Crown stepped back, a barely noticeable small nick appeared on his sword.

However, Crown didn’t catch that detail.

After steadying himself, he charged forward once more to engage Arthur.

Arthur responded in kind.

Though he had better fighting techniques, Arthur refrained from using them.

Having been provoked by Crown—something that was not the first time, he couldn’t just let it slide.

Since Crown was going to attack him in such a brute manner, he would return the favor.

At the same time, this approach allowed Arthur to vent his emotions.

As they clashed again, the two didn’t retreat as before but continued their fierce exchanges.

Their swords clashed repeatedly, providing an exhilarating spectacle for the audience in the stands.

Even though the elven race had no shortage of strong elves, such a powerful duel wasn’t common among them.

Airael’s expression remained calm.

Although the duel was spectacular, from her current standpoint, there was still some room for improvement.

Moreover, if this battle continued, there would be no lingering resentment regarding the outcome.

Crown simply couldn’t defeat Arthur.

Despite Crown fighting fiercely, his weapon paled compared to Arthur’s.

If this continued, it wouldn’t be long before Crown’s sword would be rendered unusable by Arthur.

Suddenly, Crown unleashed a rapid strike, forcing Arthur to block before quickly retreating to create distance.

Arthur did not pursue, instead choosing to steady his agitated blood within.

Crown did the same.

Both men were slightly panting, their eyes fiercely locked on each other.

Gradually, Arthur’s face revealed a smile as if he foresaw victory.

Then, he suddenly launched an attack on Crown, raising his sword and charging forward!