master with black hair and green eyes, is this year's first place in the Sage Academy entrance exam "Dark Judge" indeed.This is a nickname some students in the academy gave to Lance. It refers to a n...Chapter 317: The Iron-Blooded Love Song Written by Lancelot

Three days later. {, without errors chapter reading}

The sky over Quinton City was washed clean by a heavy downpour.

Today is a rare good day. The sun breaks through the thin cloud cover on the snow, shining down on the earth, even dispersing the haze.

Although it is still cold, there is a hint of spring in the air.

The snow-covered Coliseum, located north of the city-state, has become the focus of today. The marble floor and majestic stone pillars mimic a temple-like structure surrounding the central arena, while concentric tiers of seating rising outwards form the imposing entirety of this magnificent edifice.

Today, many nobles from the Xueyuan Province came to the City Guard Arena in Qinston City.

It is often used as training within a city-state knightly order, in competitions held within the city-state, or at some large event.

In perfect harmony with today's weather, the bright morning sunlight streaming through the opening at the top illuminates the center of the pristine white floor, as if bestowing a sacred blessing upon this space.

Early on, numerous nobles in fine attire arrived one after another. They sat in the VIP seats high above the arena, discussing or chatting merrily.

At the same time, many residents of Kingston came to watch this public duel.

As time went on, the stands of the arena became increasingly full.

The murmur of the crowd, even their anticipation and curiosity for the game about to begin, coalesced into a lighthearted atmosphere, swirling throughout the entire stadium, awaiting the excitement and frenzy to come.

Maybe today's competition will become a good story.

“Lord Tensington told me they knew each other since they were very young, and after many years, they met again only to face such a difficult ordeal.”

Although Prince Char may be difficult to win against, isn't it precisely the underdog story that makes the love between young men and women even more touching

"...."

From his lofty vantage point, Sir Blake Bourne let out a cold snort as he listened to the chatter of the common folk below.

"What a beautiful thing, just stomp it to pieces."

Originally, it was said that for three whole days, there was no sign of Xia in Qinston City. He even thought Xia might have voluntarily withdrawn and run away.

> I didn't expect that Xia had already arrived at the player's lounge to prepare today.

It seems like the two students took him out to the countryside for intensive training for three whole days.

Black Baron chuckled, merely tilting his head and looking to Professor McGee beside him.

Professor May, what do you think the odds are for this game

"Start at ten-o'clock."

Macy still spoke with the same unwavering certainty.

"Humph, today is such a auspicious day, it's perfect for me to take office as governor."

Lord Blackthorn chuckled darkly.

He actually quite disliked the two young men and women who seemed to be pretending to be calm.

To be a guest in Lord Quinsington's drawing-room, to be there always watching the play, it was like looking down upon him, a high-class disdain.

And.

Most importantly...

Clearly, the ghost squad he entrusted could have taken care of that Xia boy on the way.

It's probably those two who interfered and brought Xia to Qinshi City!

But now that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, he will soon make these two pay a price in the Snowy Province.

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the stands.

Lord Leven of Cinteston, who was entertaining other distinguished guests from the Snowdrift province at his own table in the guest of honor's section, followed his gaze and found the unmistakable figures of Lanche and Sid on their seats.

After a brief while, Lord Leven Cnstanton finished exchanging pleasantries with the nobles around him and made his way over to where I was.

Lord Levin, feeling very tired, sat down on the bench beside them.

"I apologize for not being able to entertain our esteemed guests who traveled all the way from Helstrom."

He told Lanche and Xide,

"I am so sorry that you guys are having a bad experience as soon as you arrive in Queensborough. Please don't blame Shaya and Lily."

Lord Levenston bowed his head sincerely, seeming not to mind sitting here with the two of them watching, and chatting as much as an uncle and a neighbor's boy and girl would.

This belated apology was due to his busy schedule, and because he had heard from the steward that over the past two days, Xia Ya and the other two hadn't been seen at the lord's mansion.

He didn't even see where Char went.

"It's fine, we have a good impression of Quintston City, it's just that there may be some criminals disrupting the Snowfield Province."

Lanche smiled.

This Baron of Quinton was a far more amicable, approachable, and reasonable man than one might expect, as his constant advocacy for Xia could attest.

West Germany sat silently, only supporting his face with one hand and staring down at the scene.

Actually, if she was willing, it wouldn't be difficult to kill everyone in a province. These things before her were just child's play.

“...”

Lord Levenston remained silent for a moment, but in the interval he observed the two men again.

Regardless of their apparent status or the circumstances revealed earlier about their time at the academy, the two young men and women remained remarkably composed throughout the encounter. This composure left a lasting impression on Lord Leven Cinteston, who firmly believed that these students were not ordinary.

It's hard to describe exactly what the feeling is, or what evidence there is to prove the unique nature of these two people.

But Levine could tell one thing—

They are the superiors.

As for the 40 and 60 credits, it must be something the two made up to tease Baron von Munchausen.

Could you tell us about the current situation in the Snowfield Province

Lancer drew a notebook from the inside pocket of his suit, and taking out a fountain pen hanging at his side, began to question Lord Levenhurst.

These days, besides training Xia, he has also been investigating. It is rare to have such an opportunity to sit down and ask Sir Levan Quinton about it firsthand and verify the information.

"Ahem."

Lord Levenson unconsciously straightened up and cleared his throat.

Whether it was a conditioned reflex, or because I had recently received an investigation team from Helm in the Imperial Capital, or perhaps this young man simply possessed a unique aura.

Beside her, Westley just listened quietly. She naturally understood why Ranch didn't expose the imposter Mage in Lord's Manor of Kineston back then.

Although one could expose the counterfeit immediately, directly arresting them upon arriving in an isolated town with limited information would be incredibly foolish.

Her son likes to use long lines to catch big fish.

"Sigh, this goes back to a historical issue left over from our Snowfield Province's history, namely the vacancy of the Governor's position."

Lord Levenston sighed and proceeded to tell the two men...

As a long-standing autonomous and remote province, the Frost Province has an unspoken agreement—

The governor's inauguration requires the approval of several city-state rulers.

This year, as winter began, the Ghost Party grew increasingly rampant.

The lords also probably believed that they could no longer allow criminals to run rampant.

"But the selection of a candidate remained unresolved. Local nobles all hoped to place their own family members in the governorship, while capable and influential individuals from the capital would not be willing to relocate from Helrom to their snowy province during this turbulent time. Those without the necessary ability were deemed unsuitable by the several lords, leading to another stalemate."

> "It wasn't until Professor Much came through our Frostlands province, arriving in Bonn City and befriending Sir Black von Born, that he was quickly introduced by Sir Black to several other lords."

Lord Levenston sighed, a helpless look in his eyes as he gazed at Lance. He believed that no further explanation was needed; the two Imperial visitors surely understood by now.

Professor Meige indeed possesses credentials from the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, there is no doubt about that.

Sir Blackthorn Bone, leveraging Professor Match's authority, influence, and connections, quickly charmed several high-ranking officials, forming a powerful interest group. Once such a group is established, it can begin to pressure those unwilling to join. It is clear that Sir Blackthorn Bone intends to use this opportunity to become the governor himself.

While other lords may have already made their decisions, Lord Leven Quinston has not yet stated his position.

It seems that in today's match, Sir Blake Bourne might take the opportunity to have everyone make a statement about the governor.

Didn't any of you lords ever question Metch's true identity

While recording the testimonies, Lance raised his head and asked.

A few days ago, visitors from the Imperial Capital passed through our several cities. They indeed learned about the recent changes to Protoss Royal Magic Academy. Everything Professor Mage inadvertently revealed coincided with their activities, but even these visitors from the Imperial Capital didn't know the specifics of the academy's transformation. All they knew was that it happened right before they left the Imperial Capital.

Lord Levenston's face clouded, and he shook his head, replying in a low voice.

After that, they were completely afraid to offend Professor Maych.

"

Understood.

"

Ranch nodded. Lord Levin meant "Imperial Guests" referring to the investigation team, but Lord Levin Cintston described them vaguely, seeming like he was under a gag order and couldn't say much more.

He closed the notebook in his hands.

"I truly believe that the Snowfield Province needs a capable governor."

Ranch once again scooped up the cat boss who had become a sobbing ball of fluff, and gazing at the arena in his mind, he muttered to himself.

「……」

Lord Levenston did not understand what Lanche meant by this.

Lanche, possibly from the Imperial City of Helrom, was indeed discontent with the state of their Frostfang Province.

However, at present, Lord Levenston is powerless to concern himself with the broader picture.

He didn't even know how Xia could talk to Dean today.

He really hopes Xia Ya can win.

If Xia wins, well, Sir Blake Bourne won't be so pleased today either, and it also indirectly shows that Professor Machi's teachings aren't all that great.

But he couldn't see much hope that Xia could win... He could only pray that the secret inheritance of the Candy Family had come through.

And Xia Ya's two friends accompanied him for a full three days of training, which is the power of friendship!

The boy, who was like a sleeping lion, may have had magic named courage. Once awakened by love, he could create miracles!

Aha!

As the clock tolls, the contestants who have made a pact to duel should enter the arena.

Finally.

Near the entrance on their side of the seating area, a figure slowly walked out.

In the shadows, the ancient iron on the wooden door groaned with a dull screech, sunlight illuminating only a few unstable motes of dust in the passage.

In that shadow, a figure gradually emerged. Dark red and black chainmail armor was stained with dried blood, seemingly left behind by the countless enemies it had slain.

The thick, metallic smell of blood even wafted into the audience seats, causing many to hold their noses in horror and disgust.

His pallid cheeks bore a sickly beauty, his eyeliner deep-set, the sparks in his eyes extinguished, leaving behind a pair of dark eyes filled with despair and coldness. His swift strides beat like a drum, each step lowering the temperature around him by a few degrees, as if countless vengeful spirits were reaching out from beneath his shadow.

When Levin Kinsington, Baron saw Xia again, he was instantly stunned.

This... is my nephew... !

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