Chapter 249: The Valkyries and The North (2) Lady Wilhelmina!?
"Lady Wilhelmina!?!?" the Valkyries echoed in unison, shock and excitement mingling on their faces.
"We need to get a closer look," Surena said, her voice urgent. She glanced at the throng of people around them. "Come on, let’s push through the crowd."
The three Valkyries wove their way through the dense mass of spectators, their hearts pounding with anticipation. As they moved closer to the front, they finally found a spot with a clear view of the arena. The crowd’s energy was electric, and the air buzzed with the excitement of the upcoming match.
"There she is," Emilia whispered, her eyes fixed on the ring.
In the center of the arena stood Wilhelmina, her presence commanding and regal. Clad in sleek, silver armor that glinted in the arena lights, she looked every bit the warrior they remembered. Her long, slick pink hair flowed freely, and her eyes shone with determination and confidence.
The announcer’s voice echoed through the arena. "And her opponent, one of the empire’s promising young nobles, a trainee of the Imperial Order—give a warm welcome to Lord Cedric!"
A young man stepped into the ring opposite Wilhelmina. Cedric, tall and broad-shouldered, carried himself with the arrogance typical of the nobility. His armor was adorned with intricate designs, and he wielded a finely crafted sword that shimmered with a faint, magical aura.
The crowd’s cheers grew louder as the fighters prepared for their bout. Wilhelmina and Cedric faced each other, their expressions set with determination. The air between them crackled with tension, and the chill of winter seeped into the arena, their breaths visible in the frosty air.
A loud gong signaled the start of the match. Cedric wasted no time, lunging forward with a swift, precise strike aimed at Wilhelmina’s midsection. But Wilhelmina was quicker. She sidestepped the attack with grace, her movements fluid and effortless. In one smooth motion, she brought her own sword up, parrying Cedric’s strike and pushing him back.
Cedric regained his balance quickly, his eyes narrowing as he assessed his opponent. He raised his sword, and the air around him began to swirl with wind mana. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a gust of wind hurtling towards Wilhelmina.
Wilhelmina stood her ground, her expression calm and focused. She channeled her mana into her muscles, enhancing her strength and speed. As the gust of wind approached, she deftly spun to the side, avoiding the attack and closing the distance between them. The cold air nipped at her exposed skin, a reminder of the winter chill that surrounded them.