Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 117

Chapter 117: [Club House Competition] [5]
The enthusiasm of the crowd continued for a long while as Princess Arianell slowly moved back towards her team.

The medical staff quickly moved both Tristan and Seth from the ground, and the announcer’s voice echoed in the stadium once again.

“The start of the competition has been amazing! Continuing it, let us invite the next teams—First, Team Yellow, led by Prince Jonathan, and Team Blue, led by Lady Christina.”

As soon as Christina’s name echoed throughout the stadium, another wave of cheers swept through the audience.

The anticipation was palpable as they waited for the teams to come forward.

“What was that?” In the resting place of Team Blue, a girl with orchid hair asked, her brows knitting together in confusion.

“..I think it was some kind of invisible attack,” a boy with brown hair mumbled, shifting his gaze towards Miley.

“Of course! You guys don’t know how capable and brilliant Princess Arianell is,” Keegan boasted, an arrogant look etched on his face as he puffed out his chest.

“Then do you know what that was?” Miley rebuked, glancing at him.

His lips parted, but no voice came out as he himself was unaware of what had happened.

“Yeah, I figured that much,” Miley jabbed again, shifting her focus towards the blue-haired girl standing close to the glass wall.

“…Do you know what that was, Senior Christina?” Ethan beat her to the question, his voice curious.

Christina turned her head, glancing at him, her deep blue eyes fixed on him.

Ethan sniffed, holding his breath, his heartbeat racing, but he quickly composed himself.

“….Chi,” she informed, looking back at Arianell. “It’s a different type of energy than mana—she’s basically using that.”

“Huh?” Ethan frowned. “But why can’t we see it?”

“It’s her inherited ability,” Christina replied, her gaze fixed on Arianell. “…She loses her eyesight in order to make her attack invisible, but someone with good senses can still feel it.”

“Then I won’t have any problem,” Ethan proclaimed with a light chuckle.

His teammates nodded their heads reluctantly, knowing that if anything, Ethan was good at anticipating his opponents’ moves.

“But that’s not the royal family’s ability, right?” Ruby chimed in, asking gently.

“Uzume family,” Christina mumbled to herself.

….One of the forsaken families.

Her ability originated from them.

“But why the dance?” She questioned herself, a small frown adorning her face.

There are plenty of ways to channel Chi, and she could say for sure dance wasn’t the best way.

It even seemed fancy to her, like she was trying to grab someone’s attention.

I like her dance so much.

“….”

A childlike voice, the voice she adored and loved to hear, echoed in her mind, reminding her of a distinct past. Her gaze shifted towards the purple-haired boy.

It didn’t take her long to come up with a conclusion.

….And she didn’t like it one bit.

“Anyway, be careful of her,” hiding her annoyance, she informed. “…Had she used a sharp sword instead of a dull one, she would have cut them open.”

“How do you know all that?” Miley questioned, squinting her eyes.

“I have a great friend,” shrugging nonchalantly, she replied. “Now, Miley and Keegan, you guys go.”

They didn’t question her as both of them stood up.

“Ready, simp?” Glancing back, Miley asked.

“What did you say?” He asked back, glaring at her.

“Ready, sir?”

“Oh, yeah.”

They both walked out onto the open ground, and from the other team, a boy with obsidian black hair and eyes and a caramel-haired girl also walked onto the ground.

The announcer’s voice echoed once again, addressing the audience.

“We have our contestants!! From Team Blue, we have Keegan and Lady Miley, and from Team Yellow, we have Aimar and Ashlyn!!”

The display showing the match flickered as their names emerged on it.

“Hmm?”

“What happened?”

“What’s her weapon?”

People quickly started to notice one thing—the blank area beside the weapon section of Ashlyn.

Everyone’s expressions turned to confusion as they looked back towards the girl, silently waiting for her to reveal her weapon.

“Are you going to wait for more suspense, or what?” Aimar, standing beside her, snickered. “Just show them already.”

Nodding her head, Ashlyn closed her eyes before taking a deep breath, extending both her hands, her legs firmly on the ground.

She gently opened her eyes while a symbol emerged simultaneously on both her hands, a few keystones around the symbol, and covering it all was a circle.

They glowed in a golden hue, grabbing everyone’s attention.

The next instant, the excited voice of the announcer echoed.

“Ladies and gentlemen!!! It’s a magic circle!! She’s going to use a magic circle!! Something only the third year—!!”

“FUCK!!”

But the enthusiasm of the announcer stopped abruptly as someone’s curse echoed.

“CAN I!?”

Another voice echoed from the other side.

“FUCK OFF, BITCH!!”

“I will deduct points from your team if you don’t quiet down, Azariah and Oliver.”

Daphne’s soft voice made both of them stop as she looked at the team on the ground.

“Ready?” She asked, and they nodded.

“Start!!!”

Without wasting any time, Aimar careened towards Keegan.

“Huff…”

He exhaled softly before the wind around him started to turn smooth, giving him way without any friction.

Unlike Oliver, who has a natural talent for wind, Aimar is different.

He can’t control the wind like his brother, nor is he blessed by any god.

So, to overcome this, he solely focused on one thing: to refine the little control he has over the wind around him to use along with his spear.

“Hup.”

Coming close, he leaped, thrusting his spear forward. Keegan stood in a defensive stance, blocking it.

The sound of metal clashing echoed before Keegan balanced himself and swung his sword in an arc, aimed at Aimar’s midsection.

But it got blocked by Aimar’s spear, covered in a green hue reaching his arm.

CLANG!!

Keegan was barely able to block the spear that blurred right in front of him, targeting his sides.

BOOM!!!

Behind them, a loud explosion echoed, dust and debris scattering around, blocking their view.

But a figure quickly escaped from the debris with a saber clenched in her hand.

“When did you get so good at magic circles!?” Miley exclaimed, her expression a mixture of confusion, astonishment, and awe.

“I got a good teacher,” Ashlyn replied with a sweet smile before extending her hand.

The magic circle glowed brightly before a bolt of light rushed towards Miley.

“Shit!”

She cursed, rolling her body out of the way while shielding her eyes as the bolt hit the ground, expanding until it covered a large area.

She glanced at the ground where the bolt had hit.

The whole area was burned; the light attacks weren’t a problem for her, but the heat that the light emitted was enough to give her second-degree burns.

“Hey, Miley!” Ashlyn called out, her voice somber as she looked at her with a smile. “…I learned something amazing.”

Taking a deep breath, she broke the outer layer of both magic circles, changing the keystones with new ones before closing them with a circle.

She then clasped her hands vertically, both magic circles now joined, before she separated them slowly.

An arch of light emerged from it before taking the shape of a bow, her hands never leaving it as her one hand came down along the string with an arrow made of light, and her other hand clasping the bow from the middle.

“What type of monster did you make, Azariah!!” Miley grimaced as she rushed towards Ashlyn, who released the arrow.

Miley sidestepped, flawlessly shifting her body to evade the attack.

“Aimar!!”

But before she could let out a sigh of relief, her gaze landed on Ashlyn’s face, which had a small smile on it.

BOOM!!

A loud sound echoed, forcing Miley to look back where the bolt had hit the ground right beside Keegan, stunning him.

His lower tracksuit was burned as he tried to stop Aimar’s spear.

“Miley~.”

She felt a tingling sensation on the back of her neck as she glanced back.

With a sweet smile on her face, Ashlyn had the arrow aimed right at her face.

“Are you always like this?” Miley asked, looking at her as if she were a stranger.

Ashlyn blinked her eyes innocently before her smile widened. “…I just like to win.”

“Arghh!!”

She turned back again as Keegan’s groan reached her ears.

Using his speed to his advantage, Aimar quickly lunged at Keegan, his spear hitting him in different places, leaving shallow cuts.

Keegan tried to fight back, but the attack Ashlyn had thrown at him had taken a lot out of him.

“Arghh.”

He groaned again as a kick hit his midsection, making him stumble and grab it.

“Surrender.” Placing his spear at his neck, Aimar ordered.

“We surrender.” A feminine voice echoed, making Daphne look at Christina, who walked out.

Daphne nodded her head before announcing, “Team Yellow wins!”

The crowd erupted, chanting Ashlyn’s name.

Within one match, she became a fan favorite as her name echoed in the stadium.

“Aren’t you famous?” Aimar joked, walking towards her. She looked at the eastern side of the stadium until she found her sister.

“Of course I am.” Waving towards her, she replied with a light chuckle.

“And for the next round, we have the debut match of our dukedom’s SON-IN-LAW!!”