Chapter 305 - : 305 : I Was Asking For My Sword!
Suddenly, Elowen Voss’s amplified voice rang out once more, crisp and authoritative, cutting through the lingering buzz.
"Next duel: Arisha Nightshade versus Calantha Cutlass!"
The reaction from the crowd was immediate and starkly divided.
On the noble side, frustration boiled over. Whispers turned into muttered complaints and outright groans. Faces that had once been smug now wore tight, irritated expressions.
"This is getting ridiculous..."
"How many of Nightshade’s women are going to humiliate proper nobles today?"
"Calantha better end this quickly. We can’t keep losing face like this."
A few nobles crossed their arms, scowling openly. One young lord even slammed his fist beside him. "This tournament is supposed to showcase bloodline superiority, not... whatever this circus is."
In contrast, the commoner section erupted with growing enthusiasm. Their cheers were louder now, bolder, carrying a note of defiance and pride.
"Show them what a real fighter looks like!"
"Another one for the Nightshade family! Let’s go!"
"Finally, we got someone who’ll make the nobles taste dirt again!"
Elowen Voss stood, her golden hair gleaming under the sunlight, but internally she was seething. *This is unacceptable. How dare these common filth cheer so loudly? Every strong noble getting defeated one after another... it’s making a mockery of the natural order. That damn Nightshade and his collection of whores are ruining everything.* Her emerald eyes narrowed slightly, as she fought to keep her composed, elegant facade intact.
The energy was infectious. Commoner boys punched the air, girls clapped and shouted encouragement. Even those who had been hesitant earlier were now fully invested. "If a goblin can beat a noble, then maybe we really do have a chance!"
Mira Vale, standing a few steps behind Elowen, kept her expression professionally neutral, but inside she was practically glowing with excitement. *Yes... keep going. Let them see that strength isn’t locked behind bloodlines. Aiden and his wives are changing everything, one duel at a time.* A small, secret smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she watched the commoners cheer louder. She felt a thrill of vindication — the kind that came from watching the old, rotten system crack just a little more.
Arisha Nightshade rose from her seat in the high gallery with calm confidence. The goblin noble general adjusted the fit of her uniform, her toned, athletic body moving with disciplined grace.
Arisha stepped in front of Aiden, stopping just close enough that her presence demanded his full attention.
"Husband," she said simply, voice steady but carrying that familiar edge of expectation.
Aiden looked up at her, still holding the softly crying Selvara close with one arm, his expression one of feigned innocence. A small, teasing smile played at the corner of his lips. "Hm? What is it, Arisha?"
Arisha’s eyes narrowed slightly, though there was no real heat in them. She folded her arms beneath her chest, pushing her breasts up subtly against the uniform. "You know what."
Aiden tilted his head, still pretending ignorance while gently stroking Selvara’s white hair with his free hand. "Do I?"
Arisha exhaled through her nose, cheeks already beginning to flush. "You know exactly what I’m asking for."
Aiden’s smirk grew mischievously. "Ohhh... right."
In one smooth motion, he reached out with his free hand, grabbed Arisha’s wrist, and pulled her forward. She stumbled slightly into his space. Before she could protest, Aiden leaned in and captured her lips in a firm, possessive kiss.
The kiss was deep and unhurried, his hand sliding from her wrist to the small of her back to hold her close. Arisha’s eyes widened for half a second before they fluttered shut. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her as she melted into it, one hand coming up to rest against his chest.
The entire colosseum seemed to looked at them nervously.
*Do they really need to kiss every single time one of them leaves to fight?* The thought echoed silently in more than one mind across the noble and faculty sections.
When Aiden finally pulled back, his smirk was pure mischief. Arisha’s face was flushed a deep crimson, lips slightly swollen, breathing a little faster than before.
"I... I was asking for my sword," she muttered shyly, avoiding his eyes even as her hand lingered on his chest.
Aiden chuckled, voice low and teasing. "Ohh... my bad."
Nyxion, sitting beside, let out a playful purr. "He just wanted to kiss you. Can’t blame him."
Aiden released Arisha’s wrist with a final gentle squeeze. He extended his other hand, palm up. With a soft shimmer of spatial mana, Arisha’s signature big sword materialized from his inventory — a heavy, well-balanced blade that suited her style perfectly. He handed it over with casual confidence.
Arisha took the sword, fingers wrapping around the hilt. She looked down at the familiar weapon for a moment, then back up at Aiden. Her voice came out softer than usual, still carrying that shy blush.
"Wish me luck."
Aiden’s eyes softened with pride and affection. "Always."
Arisha gave a small, determined nod, turned on her heel, and began walking toward the arena stairs with her sword resting comfortably on her shoulder. Her steps were steady, but the faint flush on her cheeks remained visible even from a distance.
From the gallery, the wives offered their support.
Luna called out excitedly, still nestled against Aiden, "Go get her, Arisha! Show them your strength!"
Nyxion’s tail flicked with interest. "Make it quick and clean. Heart Lord is watching."
Lysandra smiled softly. "Take care of yourself out there. We believe in you."
Venya rumbled proudly, "Arisha will win for My Lord!"
Valeforia smirked. "Don’t hold back too much. Make it entertaining."
Vegia waved her hands nervously. "Please be careful... but I know you’ll do great!"
Zerra bounced excitedly. "Beat the noble lady! Make it fun!"
Liana grinned from beside Ela. "Kick her ass! Show them what you can do!"
Ela offered a quiet, encouraging nod. "Good luck, Arisha."
Aiden watched Arisha descend with a small, proud smile. "You’ve got this."
Arisha paused at the top of the stairs, glancing back over her shoulder. Her eyes met Aiden’s for a brief moment, and she gave a firm, determined nod before continuing down.
The crowd’s cheers grew even louder as she stepped onto the arena floor, facing Calantha Cutlass — a tall, elegant noble.
Elowen forced a tight smile as she prepared to announce the official start, but the frustration in her chest only burned hotter.
Mira, meanwhile, allowed herself one small, hidden moment of pure joy — her heart swelling with hope for what this day might still bring.
The wives exchanged knowing smiles and quiet chuckles.
Luna giggled from Aiden’s lap. "You really like kissing us before we fight, don’t you, Master?"
Selvara, still nestled against his chest, huffed tsundere-style. "Baka... always showing off."
Nayla licked her lips seductively. "It does make the anticipation sweeter~"
Venya rumbled happily. "My Lord gives good luck kisses!"
Aiden simply leaned back, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched Arisha descend toward the arena floor.
The crowd’s energy shifted again — commoners cheering louder for another one of Aiden’s wives, nobles growing increasingly frustrated with the pattern.
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END OF Chapter : 305 : I WAS ASKING FOR MY SWORD!
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