Chapter 311 - : 311 : Vegia, You Can Do It!
The Colosseum was still alive with a vibrant, electric energy following Nyxion’s cheerful and decisive victory.
Suddenly, a calm, professional voice cut through the noise like a silver blade. It was Mira Vale. Her words were magically amplified, resonating clearly across every seat in the vast Colosseum, ensuring no one missed a single syllable.
"Next duel: Vegia Nightshade versus Alya Luminari. Contestants, please come to the platform."
The announcement hung in the air for a moment, and then the focus shifted. Among the group of wives seated in the higher gallery, Vegia Nightshade startled slightly at the sound of her name. Her sensitive hobgoblin ears twitched involuntarily, the pointed tips flicking upward as a rush of nerves washed over her. She lifted her gaze, her wide, expressive eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and anxiety.
Vegia’s uniform clung to her curvaceous figure in a way that was undeniably alluring. The fitted fabric accentuated her wide hips and soft, plush thighs, creating a silhouette that was equal parts powerful and feminine.
The wives immediately erupted into a chorus of supportive cheers and encouragement, their voices overlapping in a wave of affection and belief. Their energy radiating outward to bolster Vegia’s confidence.
Luna, with her wolf ears perked high and tail wagging energetically behind her, bounced in her seat with unrestrained enthusiasm. "Go Vegia! You can do it! Show them how smart and strong you are! We all know you’ve got the brains and the magic to pull this off!"
Nyxion, still flushed from her own recent triumph and sitting comfortably on Aiden’s lap, clapped her hands together excitedly. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes sparkled with genuine happiness. "Vegia! I hope your opponent is nice too! Fight well and have fun! Remember!"
Selvara huffed from her position on Nyxion’s other side, her arms folded across her chest in that familiar tsundere manner. Yet, beneath the surface gruffness, her voice came out softer than usual, laced with reluctant care. "Hmph... don’t embarrass My Lord out there. Just... do your best, okay? We’re all watching."
Thristle, who had only recently recovered and was now resting comfortably on the gallery steps with her head pillowed on Lysandra’s lap, gave a tired but genuine grin. "You’ve got this, Vegia. Take it easy and make us all proud. I’m fully recovered now—thanks to My King’s care—so I’ll be cheering the loudest for you. Don’t hold back."
Lysandra gently stroked Thristle’s hair with one hand while offering Vegia a warm, radiant smile. Her presence alone was calming, like a soothing balm amid the arena’s chaos. "You are kind and intelligent, Vegia. We believe in you completely—every one of us."
Nayla leaned forward with a seductive purr, her eyes half-lidded in that playful, alluring way of hers. "Mmm... go make it look effortless, dear. Glide through the duel like the graceful mage you are. We’ll be watching every single move, so give us something beautiful to admire."
Venya rumbled happily from her seat, her draconic wings fluttering with excitement. The low, contented sound vibrated through the air like a gentle earthquake. "Vegia will win for My Lord! Venya knows Vegia is strong and clever! Show them the power of our family!"
Valeforia smirked confidently, elegantly crossing her legs as she observed the scene. "Don’t hold back too much, Vegia. Show them what a proper mage-general is capable of. Precision, strategy, and overwhelming magical prowess—that’s your domain."
Zerra bounced excitedly in her seat, her youthful energy practically radiating off her. "Beat the noble lady! Make it fun and exciting! I want to see some real magic out there!"
Aethoniel fluttered her delicate wings shyly, her voice soft and hesitant but filled with genuine support. "Please be careful out there... but I know you’ll do wonderfully."
Xylendra tilted her head slightly, her voice quiet yet sincere, cutting through the louder cheers with calm certainty. "We are all rooting for you, Vegia. Every step of the way."
Arisha gave a firm, approving nod. "Show them the results of your dedication and skill. No one doubts your capability."
Liana grinned brightly from beside Ela, her enthusiasm infectious. "Go Vegia! Make it flashy! I want to see some cool magic—big spells, clever tricks, the works! Light up that platform!"
Ela offered a soft, encouraging smile, her demeanor gentle and reassuring. "Good luck, Vegia. You’ll do great. Just trust in yourself like we trust in you."
The outpouring of support was overwhelming in the best possible way. Vegia blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a vibrant shade of pink that spread all the way to the tips of her twitching hobgoblin ears. For a moment, those ears flattened slightly against her head from the sheer volume of attention and affection directed her way. She wasn’t used to being the center of such loud, collective encouragement, especially not from so many remarkable women who had become her sisters in this shared life with Aiden. Yet, despite the initial wave of shyness, a small, determined smile slowly formed on her lips. It was subtle at first, but it grew steadier, reflecting the quiet resolve building inside her.
She stood up slowly, her hands smoothing down the front of her uniform with fingers. The fabric whispered softly against her skin as she adjusted it, ensuring everything was in place for the duel ahead. Her curvaceous figure moved with a natural grace—wide hips swaying gently, soft thighs brushing together—as she prepared to step forward. The uniform, tailored perfectly for both mobility and to accommodate her generous proportions, made her look every bit the capable combatant while still highlighting the sensual curves that defined her hobgoblin beauty.
Aiden ;ooked at her with a gentle, reassuring smile that seemed to cut through her anxiety like sunlight piercing clouds. His voice was calm and steady, carrying the weight of his belief in her. "Take it easy on her, Vegia. I’m know you’ll win. Just stay calm, breathe, and use what you know best. Your mind is your greatest weapon—trust it."
Vegia paused for a moment, meeting his gaze. Her cheeks remained pink, but her eyes softened with affection and gratitude. She nodded shyly, her voice coming out in a soft, almost whispered tone that only those closest could hear clearly. "Yes... Husband. I’ll do my best. For you... and for all of us."
With those words, she turned toward the platform, her steps measured but gaining confidence with each one. The cheers from the wives continued behind her, a constant wave of love and support that followed her like an invisible shield. The Colosseum crowd, sensing the shift in focus, began to murmur and then applaud anew as Vegia made her way down toward the duel area. Some spectators whispered among themselves about the hobgoblin mage’s reputation, her strategic brilliance, and the formidable lineup of supporters she carried with her.
As she walked, Vegia’s mind raced through the possibilities of the upcoming duel. Alya Luminari—the name suggested nobility, perhaps a high-born light mage or elemental specialist.
The platform loomed ahead, glowing faintly with residual magic from previous duels. Vegia could feel the eyes of everyone upon her now.
But more important than any of them were the voices still ringing from the gallery behind her. The wives’ cheers had not faded; if anything, they grew louder as she approached the edge of the platform.
Luna’s energetic whoops mixed with Nyxion’s bright laughter. Selvara’s tsundere grumbles somehow carried encouragement beneath them. Thristle’s tired but heartfelt words echoed in her mind, reminding her of the recovery and care that bound them all together. Lysandra’s calm wisdom, Nayla’s seductive confidence, Venya’s loyal rumble, Valeforia’s strategic poise—all of it wove together into a tapestry of support that steadied Vegia’s racing heart.
She stepped onto the platform, her boots making soft contact with the stone. Across from her, Alya Luminari was already taking position.
But Vegia didn’t let herself focus solely on the opponent. Instead, she closed her eyes for a brief moment, drawing in a deep, centering breath. She visualized the spells she might use.
Her wide hips and soft thighs shifted as she settled into a ready stance, the uniform hugging her body comfortably, allowing full range of motion.
Back in the gallery, the wives continued their vigil, eyes fixed on the platform. Aiden watched with quiet pride, his reassuring smile still lingering. He knew Vegia’s potential better than anyone. She wasn’t flashy like some of the others, but he knew her strength. This duel would be no exception—he was certain of it.
The crowd’s murmurs grew into a fresh wave of anticipation as Mira Vale’s voice rang out once more, preparing to signal the start. Vegia’s ears twitched again, but this time not from nervousness alone. There was excitement there too, a spark of competitiveness fueled by the love and belief surrounding her.
She opened her eyes, meeting Alya’s gaze across the platform with steady resolve. The blush had faded from her cheeks, replaced by a focused calm. Her curvaceous figure stood tall in its own way—strong, capable, and ready. Whatever challenges Alya Luminari brought to the duel, Vegia Nightshade was prepared to face them with the full support of her family behind her.
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END OF Chapter : 311 : VEGIA, YOU CAN DO IT!
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