Chapter 190. Shall we begin?
The school arena was packed to the brim—louder, rowdier, and more chaotic than ever before. No surprise, really. It was the finals, and the energy was explosive. Fans of Lorraine Alvado were clashing with Asher Reynolds’ supporters—mostly loud, hyped-up guys who treated the whole thing like a music concert rather than a duel.
But even in the middle of all that excitement, a different buzz rippled through the stands. Whispers. Gossip. Everyone was still talking about the bizarre incident during Asher’s previous match with Adrian—the way women had suddenly rushed the stage to cheer Asher on, only to look dazed minutes later, confused about why they were there in the first place.
Questions hung heavy in the air. But did anyone have the guts to actually ask Asher about it? Not a chance.
If Liloth hadn’t been tamed, Asher knew damn well she’d have stormed down and roughed him up in front of everyone, demanding answers like a wild beast. But today, Liloth looked... different. She was seated beside the Duke again, but this time her usual lifeless expression was gone. Her eyes sparkled with vitality. She kept stealing glances at Asher and flashing small, knowing smiles.
Now that he was up against her daughter, Asher couldn’t help but wonder—who was she rooting for?
Next to them, Priestess Seraphina sat elegantly in her seat, eyes locked on him with a look of detached boredom. He figured she was salty that he hadn’t "checked her up" as promised yesterday. What could he say? The guy had been busy.
Adrian had brought Asher’s "waifus" from his realm again, all of them excited and claiming they wouldn’t miss a final like this of their master.
Then the busty commentator stepped forward and kicked things off with her trademark flair.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE FIRST-YEAR FINAL TOURNAMENT MATCH BEGINS!!! IN THIS CORNER, WE HAVE OUR GIRL—LORRAINE ALVADO! AND IN THE OTHER... THE FIRST MAN TO EVER MAKE IT THIS FAR... ASHER REYNOLDS! BUT THE QUESTION IS—CAN HE REALLY WIN?!"
"HELL YEAH!!" roared Asher’s fans.
"BOOOOOO!!" Lorraine’s fans countered, flashing thumbs down like angry villagers.