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Chapter 160: Roxurun Discipline Chapter 160: Roxurun Discipline As the echoes of the Dixan singer’s haunting melody faded, the grand hall was once again wrapped in anticipation.

The next performance was from the Roxurun Kingdom, a nation revered for breeding and training the finest warhorses in the world.

Their warriors were known to be fearless riders, their cavalry unmatched on the battlefield.

Yet tonight, they would not showcase their strength in war, but in harmony.

A group of ten men and ten women stepped forward, dressed in deep navy and gold trimmed cloaks, the insignia of a galloping stallion embroidered on their sleeves.

Their outfits, much like their kingdom, were practical yet regal, commanding respect without excess.

They took their positions in a perfect semi circle, standing tall, their postures flawless, as if preparing for battle, only this time, their weapons were their voices.

Then, the hall fell silent.

And with a single, unified breath, they began.

The first notes rose like a gentle breeze, the soft hums blending seamlessly, creating a sound that wrapped around the room like a warm embrace.

Then, the harmonies deepened, rich and commanding, filling every corner of the grand hall.

The song was one of history, a tale of the mighty horses of Roxurun, their loyalty, their speed, and their unbreakable bond with their riders.

As the tenors and sopranos intertwined, the melody galloped forward, mimicking the powerful rhythm of hooves against the earth.

It was as if an invisible army of horses was charging through the ballroom, their presence felt in every note.

The audience shivered.

“Their voices… they move like a stampede.” “This… this is power, but in a way I never expected.” “No wonder their cavalry is unmatched.

If they train their warriors the way they train their voices, it’s no surprise.” Even the warriors of the Haran Kingdom, known for their warlike ways, nodded in approval.

As the tempo shifted, the choir’s voices soared higher, now carrying the spirit of freedom, the same freedom their horses lived for.

The melody rose and fell, like a rider guiding their steed through the open fields, fearless and boundless.

Nnenna found herself gripping her seat, her heartbeat syncing with the rhythm.

“It feels like I can see them… riding through endless meadows, the wind in their hair, the world at their feet.” Even Carl found himself humming along, impressed despite himself.

Arthur, on the other hand, sat in deep thought, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest, as if analyzing every note, every shift in tone.

And then, the climax.

The voices merged into one, a sound so pure, so commanding, it sent chills down the spine.

The final note held strong, unwavering, just like the warriors of Roxurun.

And then, as suddenly as it began, silence.

For a heartbeat, the audience was too stunned to react.

Everyone of the performances left them too shocked to recover on time.

Then, applause.

Deafening applause.

Not just polite claps, but cheers, voices raised in appreciation for the sheer skill and discipline displayed in their song.

Even those unfamiliar with music could tell, this was more than just a performance.

It was a declaration.

A statement that Roxurun was not only a kingdom of horses and warriors, but of culture, unity, and unparalleled strength.

As the choir took their bow, the whispers began “They don’t just train their horses.

They train everything, including their voices!” “Roxurun is truly a kingdom of discipline.

Look at the way they sang… not a single misplaced note.” “Their synchronization was perfect, like a cavalry riding in formation.

Impressive.” After the breathtaking Roxurun choir performance, the atmosphere in the grand hall shifted.

The next act was unlike anything before, it was time for the Gigangum Kingdom to showcase its famed comedy.

While Gigangum was known for its powerful combat style that relied on pure skill rather than weapons, their warriors were also trained to be mentally sharp, and humor was a key part of their resilience.

A Gigangum warrior could laugh in the face of death, literally.

Tonight, however, they weren’t here to fight.

They were here to entertain.

A tall, broad shouldered man walked onto the stage.

His movements were controlled, yet relaxed.

His posture, though playful, held the confidence of a seasoned fighter.

His clothing was simple yet well fitted, with the insignia of Gigangum proudly displayed on his chest.

He clasped his hands behind his back and scanned the audience with an exaggeratedly serious expression.

Then, he took a deep breath and… “So, I was told to behave tonight.” Silence.

Then, he sighed dramatically.

“That lasted a whole ten minutes.” Laughter rippled through the hall.

Encouraged, the comedian grinned and continued.

“You know, when I heard we would be performing at this grand ball, I thought, ‘Wow!

A chance to impress royalty!’ And then I remembered, I’m from Gigangum.

The only thing we impress people with is how quickly we can knock them flat on their backs.” The audience burst into laughter again, even some of the more serious nobles cracking smiles.

As the comedian paced across the stage, his eyes landed on Nnenna, and a slow, mischievous grin spread across his face.

“Ah, and speaking of impressive people… our dear Second Princess, Nnenna!” The laughter faltered slightly, and a few heads turned toward the princess.

Nnenna blinked, caught off guard.

“I have to say, Princess, you shocked us all tonight!

That dance?

Amazing!

But I do have one question…” He paused dramatically, smirking.

“Are you sure you’re a princess?

Or did the royal family secretly hire you as a dance instructor and forget to tell us?” The room went dead silent.

The comedian barely had time to process the shift in atmosphere before he felt it.

Three unrelenting gazes bore into him like daggers.

The Comedian “…” He turned his head slightly and Arthur.

Expressionless, but the cold aura radiating off of him could freeze fire itself.

Carl.

Leaning forward slightly, fingers tapping against the armrest, like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

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