Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 95 The tournament has begun? But... the Royal Family?

Holy Sword Tournament Arc II

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(POV: Akashic Records)

The sky was ablaze with vibrant bursts of color as fireworks illuminated the Whiterune coliseum. The air crackled with excitement, the energy of the crowd palpable as commoners and nobles alike gathered in anticipation of thrilling battles. The main round of the tournament was about to commence, making this a momentous occasion. Nestled comfortably in the VVIP section, the royal families of both the Shield and Cross kingdoms observed the spectacle. Their regal presence commanded attention, their every movement scrutinized by those around them.

Among the distinguished individuals occupying the VIP section was Fanatio, looking resplendent in her armor. Beside her sat her brother, Velzar, who seemed somewhat reluctant to be in attendance. Although the Hero/Sword King himself was absent, his offsprings represented his legacy with grace and nobility.

As the crowd grew hushed, all eyes turned toward the apex of the stands, where the venerable archbishop of the Holy Church of Melcius, Grev Velstine, stood at a grand podium. The aging man had long white beard flowing down to his chest. Adorned in resplendent liturgical vestments, he raised his arms, silencing the murmurs and drawing attention to himself.

"Ages ago, when the Black Dragon of Destruction, Valtara, threatened the realms, Aurelia bestowed her divine powers upon Saint Melcius in form of a Holy Sword. With valor and unwavering determination, Saint Melcius confronted the mighty dragon, ultimately piercing its heart with the Holy Sword, Devaniel. This act sealed away the dragon's malevolent power, thus ensuring the safety of the Shield and Cross kingdoms. Today, we celebrate that victory in form of a tournament... and as such, we get to select the most eligible Holy Knights to serve both kingdoms." (Grev)

An eruption of joyous cheers echoed through the coliseum.

The royal families applauded in a dignified manner.

King James of the Shield Kingdom rose from his seat.

His voice boomed through the echoing silence.

"My esteemed people," he began, his regal tone carrying to every corner of the coliseum, "I extend my heartfelt thanks for your unwavering support and cooperation in all matters. Today, we gather in this magnificent arena for the most exhilarating battles the realms have witnessed!"

The crowd erupted into ecstatic cheers, their excitement reaching a crescendo.

Just as the cheers began to subside, King Grey of the Cross Kingdom rose from his seat, causing the crowd to erupt into fresh screams of delight.

With an amiable smile, he added, "Indeed, the thrill of the tournament is only rivaled by the generosity of both... (~smolders) royal families. We have decided to reward our esteemed subjects in our own... (~smolders) unique ways!"

Everytime he smoldered, his voice took a deep bass.

"In recognition of their valor and skill, my Cross Kingdom shall grant a fief to each of the top three contestants. A magnificent opportunity to rule over their own land awaits... (~smolders) them!" (Grey)

Not to be outdone, King James stepped forward.

"And in the Shield Kingdom, the champion will not only earn the title of Holy Knight, but also the honor of marrying none other than the 8th princess of our kingdom!" (James)

Gasps and excited whispers filled the air.

Princess Aurora stood up to wave at the crowd.

"She looks so elegant!"

"Elegant isn't enough to describe her beauty!"

"I wish I could marry her!"

"You have a wife you son of a bitch!"

"That?! She's so fat everytime I hug her it feels like a group hug!"

"Who are you calling fat?!"

"Your mother..."

Well...

To everyone's shock, she tripped and fell.

A collective gasp went through the audience, and the knights rushed to her aid.

"The princess has fallen... again!" they exclaimed.

King James cried out, "My daughter!" while King Grey chuckled nervously.

"Ah, she's always been a klutz," he said, sharing a knowing glance with his son, Arthur.

"You shouldn't say such things," Ayisha chided, her concern evident.

Grey nodded and smiled sheepishly. "Apologies, my love. It was merely an (~smolders) observation."

Rena, the first queen of the Shield Kingdom, joined the conversation. "No need to worry, my dear. Our daughter has always been that way.."

"Her nose is bleeding!" (James)

"I'll help with that!" (Lana)

Lana rushed over with a kerchief.

"T-thank you..." (Aurora)

"It's fine." (Lana)

She dabbed on the nose of Aurora, gently wiping off the blood.

Bluestella stared at Arthur for a moment.

"Oh?" Arthur waved at her.

In response, she forced a smile.

...

"Ya-hooooooo!" (Celese)

The alluring figure of Celese, the first princess of the Shield Kingdom.

Her radiant smile captivated the crowd as she gracefully waved at them, her charming voice permeating the air.

"Oh, my dear audience, I am forever grateful for your overwhelming support and unwavering admiration. Your fervor fuels my heart and makes this moment all the more special," she cooed, her voice like music to the ears of her adoring subjects.

As her gown gracefully enfolded her supple figure, the silky fabric accentuated her smooth shoulders and elegantly exposed her enticing neck, captivating the attention of all who beheld her.

Princess Vanessa glanced at Celese with a mixture of envy and disdain.

She fumed silently.

"(Why must they adore her so?! It's infuriating how her every move is praised, when all she possesses is impeccable presentation. They fail to see beyond her facade!)" (Vanessa)

"Hey! We should also praise Princess Vanessa!"

"Yeah! That's right!"

A glimmer of satisfaction gleamed in her eyes, but it was swiftly extinguished.

"Over here!" (Celese)

She cunningly diverted the attention back to herself.

A sultry smile played upon Celese's lips as she gestured towards her voluptuous bosom, teasingly accentuating her alluring cleavage.

The sight of her pearly breasts, gently arched and inviting, elicited men's arousal.

Vanessa's gaze involuntarily shifted towards Celese's bosom.

She was instantly jealous.

"(So, that's the reason the crowd is so infatuated with her... her breasts and her age.)" (Vanessa)

Vanessa was 35.

Celese was 28.

Suddenly, Vanessa froze after Celese glared at her.

"(THIS BITCH!!)" (Vanessa)

"(I won't forget you making me swallow that rotten fish when when we were little! I defecated so much I was almost turned on by it!)" (Celese)

Back to the more important thing.

The archbishop spread out his arms and prayed.

"Now! Let the tournament begin! Grant us your blessings Saint Melcius!" (Gerv)

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