Not Your Perfect Prince
Match Starting!

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Eight o'clock in the morning, in a giant Colosseum.

"Boring ..."

Reinhart who listened to the opening ceremony of the tournament yawned with a lazy expression. While on the other hand, the other 127 participants seemed nervous as well as excited. For them ...

This is a show to show yourself!

All the participants were told to line up neatly and listen to all the speeches. Although there were some explanations about the history of why the tournament was conducted, the young man was still not interested in such trivial matters.

After the welcoming ceremony which was completed at nine o'clock less, all participants were told to take their numbers one by one.

By the time Reinhart came forward to pick up the number, for some reason, she felt a gaze directed at him. It was just that, when he turned his head, the young man could not see the person.

'The antecedents of the Wings of Chaos? Really want to cause trouble now?'

Thinking that, Reinhart's eyes flashed coldly.

After retrieving the number, Reinhart returned to her place.

After the students returned to their respective places, the attendant escorted them towards the location where the fight would be conducted!

After some time running, they all finally arrived at the location!

This time, Reinhart was completely stunned.

He did not expect that he would actually fight in such a place. Rather than a main building similar to the giant Colosseum, they really had to compete in a small arena.

It was done because the participants would do the match together!

Yep. More precisely, 16 games in one go to summarize the time. If divided, 128 divided by 16 is 8. If each match took a maximum of one hour, the fight would take eight hours.

Sighing deeply, Reinhart looked at his striking number.

"Serious ... do they want me to be hit by misfortune or what?"

Reinhart stared towards the number of participant 013 that he was holding. The young man could not help but wonder about it. Not to mention, somehow, his number actually had a blood red color!

'When archery, I try to blacken it. Now, they're trying to curse? This is already too much!'

"Number 013, please enter arena number 13."

Hearing that he would advance in the first session, Reinhart expected it. After a long sigh, the young man walked into arena number 13. Having a bland expression on his face, the young man stood there quietly.

When looking towards the opponent on the other side, the corner of his lips twitched. Of the players, 116 were outsiders. However, Reinhart still did not expect that the person on the other side was a student of her own school!

'Sabotage?'

That thought was directly in Reinhart's mind. However, the voice of the young man on the other hand instantly woke the dreamy Reinhart.

"It turns out I have to face you, Prince Reinhart!"

"..."

Seeing the familiar young man but not knowing the name of the young man, Reinhart felt a bit awkward.

"Uhuk! You ... who is it?"

Hearing that, the young man on the other side suddenly fell silent. He pointed towards Reinhart with a dumbfounded expression. He himself did not know what to say.

"My name is Cornelius! One of the representatives from second grade!"

Looking towards Reinhart who was looking at him with an innocent look, Cornelius felt that the silver-haired prince had intentionally done so. Intentionally playing it in front of a lot of people!

It instantly ignited the flames of hatred in Cornelius' heart.

Wearing a glittering silver armor, Cornelius' wavy brown hair was exhaled by the wind. With a dignified face, the young man said.

"There's still time. If you don't want to lose shamefully, you'd better replace your armor and weapons, Prince Reinhart."

"..."

Hearing Cornelius' unfriendly remark as he again carried his choice of simpler equipment, the corner of Reinhart's lips twitched. The young man made a move to relax his neck muscles before finally saying.

"You better close the helmet tightly, Senior Cornelius. Because ..."

Reinhart lifted the corner of her lips, showing a cold smile.

"We'll start the fight soon."

>> Connect.