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The next day, the Vermilion Royal Capital didn't implode from the king's anger, much to everyone's surprise. The sun rose, birds sang, and the streets still bustled with life. Everyone seemed to be minding their own business, only the occasional whisper of a certain fight that took place yesterday filled the air.

Ever since the fight, the entire capital had been wide awake, gossiping about it with fascination as if it was the most intense battle they'd ever witnessed. Like with every event, some people hadn't been able to attend, causing them to gnash their teeth and curse their past selves for being too lazy to go.

Now they had missed the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to witness the miserable defeat of the crown prince. For commoners, this was a big deal—it was rare for the royal bloodline to suffer humiliation. Most of the time, it was the other way around.

In an alley, a group of commoners wearing fairly good clothing were watching another of their brethren, who was explaining the fight with an animatedly excited expression. It seemed as if he had been the one fighting, as he executed a series of crude, unrefined fighting techniques.

However, to the others who hadn't attended, it was the most fascinating thing, as their eyes were practically sparkling with awe and amazement.

In another gathering just a few meters across the cobblestone street, where several luxurious carriages drove past, there was another group yet again.

"My god, the last kick at the end was totally unnecessary!" one man exclaimed, holding his stomach from laughing too much.

"Yeah, that girl is a menace!" another chimed in, playfully smacking his friend's shoulder.

"I say we change his name to 'Trashy Prince,'" one man smirked. "After that beating, I doubt he'll ever lift his head arrogantly again."

"Pfft! Forget about lifting his head, can he even step out of the castle again?"

Although a hundred Commoner Awakened had perished, strangely enough, apart from the mourning parents of the unfortunate youths, the atmosphere was filled with excitement.

Atop the towering walls, Captain Ortega, the same man who had recognized Nathan and allowed him access into the capital, had attended the event and was now narrating the ordeal to his subordinate, his tone filled with excitement and praise—a very rare occurrence, especially from someone as strict as Captain Ortega.

For him to be excited like this, then it could only mean that the seemingly ordinary girl, who seemed to have only beauty, was not just looks... she was instead a fierce warrior. Subconsciously, all the frontier guards were filled with excitement, anticipating when the girl, along with her grandfather, would pass by again.

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**Royal Island, The Vermilion Royal Academy**

The air was filled with electric energy as students neatly sauntered about the academic premises that screamed royalty. Like the outside world, the students here were also discussing the fight. A few of them had witnessed it, and the story had spread throughout the entire academy.

At first, most of them struggled to believe it, but after hearing even the professionals talk about it, they did their research and confirmed that the prince had lost to the granddaughter of a commoner who had been turned baroness.

The most shocking part was the fact that the girl in question was not only younger than Ainsworth but also lower in level.

In a garden filled with vibrant flora, a group of students from the Vermilion Royal Academy gathered.

"Maybe she used some sort of trick," a girl with silvery blonde hair suggested, her eyes narrowing. "Ainsworth is far too skilled to lose like that. She must have cheated."

"Cheating? In a public duel?" a calm voice interjected, causing the small group to turn. The speaker was a young man with sharp, observant eyes. "Even if you dislike the outcome, you can't deny that Ainsworth was outmatched. I saw the fight. That girl wasn't using tricks—she was just better."

"I still can't believe the granddaughter of a Commoner defeated the prince," one of the students, a tall boy with fiery red hair, muttered in disbelief. His expression was a mix of confusion and frustration. "It's unheard of!"

"Apparently, she's not just any common name," another student nearby chimed in. "Ever heard of the Human Champion, Arthur Aegis Cromwell? She's the daughter of that man."

"Yeah, I know about him... isn't he some kind of living legend?"

Just as the students were discussing among themselves, a certain student with green hair was walking by and overheard them talking about Nyx. The student halted in his steps as he looked at the group discussing the legend of Arthur.

This student was none other than Brandon Chai. "I guess I was just scared for nothing," he smirked, recalling the meeting he had with the Silver family. "At least the attention will be diverted from me for a while."

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Inside the luxurious offices, the vice principal tucked a strand of her purple hair behind her ear as she watched the students whispering among themselves. Her eyes lingered especially on Brandon, who was currently smirking, oblivious to the fact that he was being watched. Her eyes narrowed slightly, noticing how the confident student seemed more guarded and courteous.

She didn't dwell on this thought much and simply looked past him; after all, her mind was still filled with the fight she had witnessed in the coliseum. Because of their differences, the king hadn't invited her, but she had attended, disguised as a commoner in cloak and blended into the crowd. She had only done this out of curiosity, to know what the king was scheming this time.

Who would've thought she would witness one of the talents on her radar take down the prince?

The vice principal of one of the top academies in the Vermilion Kingdom clenched her fist, her purple eyes flashing with greed. "No matter what, I won't let the other schools get her before me," she declared.

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