LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 144: Blowing Up
"There's a problem" Lazeth burst through the door, gasping for air as she rushed back into the building.
Lucia turned to her. "What happened?"
"It's the royal family," she reported between gasps. "They're here for a surprise visit. They just ran into the others... and now they know about the challenge."
Lucia's eyes narrowed, her lips twitching into a faint smirk. "And?"
"They want to watch it," Lazeth continued, her voice shaking slightly. "And the queen is displeased that you just appointed a vice principal without her knowledge."
"Why are you so afraid of a family who only have wealth and legacy to their name?" Lucia sneered in contempt.
"Does that cunning queen really think I need to report her everything?" Her smile grew wider, cold and full of arrogance "Fine, let them watch. This will make things even more interesting."
"But—"
"Enough," Lucia cut her off. "If they want to see what he can do, then so be it."
Lazeth bit her lip, uncertain, but she knew there was no point arguing with the principal once she'd made up her mind.
"And not just that," Lucia paused, her eyes gleaming playfully "Change the venue to the coliseum. Invite all the students. It's the perfect time to show what a sorcerer can do."
Lazeth blinked, taken aback. "You're serious?"
"Of course. Let the whole academy witness what true power looks like. It'll motivate them—or remind them why they should respect those who have true powers."
Despite her doubts, Lazeth nodded and hurried out to make the arrangements.
Meanwhile, Asher stepped forward, tired of talking and reasoning with her. He just wanted to end the fight quickly, but it seemed she had other plans.
"I want you to cast a powerful spell and prolong the fight," she commanded.
"That seems a bit excessive."
"Just listen to me. It won't cost you anything."
"Don't blame me if something happens to that sorcerer," he warned.
But instead of being fazed, she started giggling. "You're free to kill him if you want."
'This woman is crazy,' he muttered, shaking his head in resignation.
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As soon as the announcement was made, it spread quickly throughout the academy.
Students poured out of classrooms and dormitories, their chatter filling the air with excitement and curiosity.
"The coliseum? What's happening?" one student asked, hurrying to catch up with a group already heading toward it.
"There's going to be a fight!" another exclaimed, barely able to contain their enthusiasm. "Professor Abir is involved!"
The name alone sent waves of anticipation through the crowd. He was famous in the academy, a sorcerer whose raw power and skill had only been matched by the principal herself. The idea of someone daring to face him sparked wild speculation.
"Who's his opponent? Another Teacher?"
"Probably someone from outside. No one here can stand a chance against him, except that scary principal."
The academy workers were no less intrigued. They exchanged puzzled looks, but even they were drawn toward the coliseum.
"Abir's fighting? And it's not against Principal Lucia?" one worker murmured, adjusting his robe as he joined the growing crowd.
"Who would dare?" another replied, her tone skeptical.
As the students and faculty flooded the walkways leading to the coliseum, the excitement grew louder.
Some students tried to grab better seats in the massive arena, jostling for positions closest to the front.
Others placed quick bets, guessing how long the mysterious challenger would last against their offensive spell professor.
"This is going to be good," one student laughed, leaning forward eagerly.
As the speculation continued, the atmosphere became more lively. The coliseum was packed within minutes, the seats filled with hundreds of students and faculty, their eyes locked on the center stage.
Backstage, the tension was just as thick. Abir stood confidently, his arms crossed as he watched the arena fill up. A smug grin spread across his face.
Behind him were the other sorcerers who wanted to support him.
'This is perfect,' he muttered to himself. 'Everyone will see why I'm the best sorcerer next to her.'
When Asher arrived, he was a bit surprised by the number of people.
The coliseum towered over the bustling crowd, its golden stands gleaming under the sunlight.
The central platform, surrounded by a shimmering pool of water, stood as the perfect battleground.
Students leaned over the railings, shouting in anticipation, while others waved their arms to catch the attention of friends.
At the very top of the coliseum, the royal platform stood out like a shining stage of wealth.
Golden carvings of roaring lions decorated the pillars and railings, glowing brightly in the sunlight.
The Lionkin royal family sat on thrones that looked as grand as their reputation, each chair lined with soft cushions and symbols that showed off their power.
The king sat in the center, towering over everyone. His thick, golden mane flowed around his shoulders, wild yet majestic, hiding his lion-like ears within the mass of hair.
From far away, some might not even notice them because of how they blended into his mane.
His body was massive, very muscular even under the fancy black-and-gold coat he wore. The fine clothing stretched over his broad shoulders and powerful chest, hinting at his strength.
At seven feet tall, his sheer size made him impossible to ignore. His bright orange eyes scanned the arena, calm but full of authority, as though nothing escaped his gaze.
Next to him sat the queen, and though she was smaller than him, her presence was just as eye catching.
Her golden curls fit her face perfectly, styled in soft waves that gave her a regal look. A beautiful emerald-studded crown sat on her head, glinting every time the light caught it.
Unlike the king's hidden ears, hers stood proudly on top of her head. From far away, they might remind someone of sharp Dogkin ears, but they were different. The golden color and firm texture made them unique, fitting for their race.
She was tall, nearly six feet, and her figure was both seductive and graceful. Her deep purple gown, decorated with golden patterns, fit her perfectly before flowing out into layers of fabric that draped to the floor.
Their children sat near, each of them looking like younger versions of their parents.
The princes were already tall, their growing muscles showing through their formal clothes. The princesses were slim and gorgeous like their mother, wearing stunning gowns that matched their royal status.
The crowd couldn't help but look up at the royal family, amazed by their powerful presence.
"I'm curious about the person Lucia chose," the King told to his wife. His name was Leonardo, and though he held a title, everyone knew the true power rested with Queen.
Nala glanced at her husband, then turned her gaze toward the tunnels where the fighters would soon emerge.
Her sharp senses, far keener than most , allowed her to see clearly what others could not.
Leaning casually against the wall was an exceptionally handsome man, his face obscured to the crowd but not to her.
"Me too. I'm very interested as well," she said, her voice carrying a playful tone while her orange eyes glinted with something more than curiosity.