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Chapter 190 - 190 Unbelievable

Chapter 190: Unbelievable Chapter 190: Unbelievable “She did not defeat him,” someone muttered.

“He defeated himself.” Others, however, were not so quick to dismiss it.

“Mistake or not, a win is a win,” a noble from Haran pointed out.

“If Asher underestimated her and let his guard down, that is his own fault.

Battles aren’t just about strength but also about reading your opponent.” “That’s right,” a warrior from Dixan added.

“Even the strongest can fall to a single mistake.

That’s what makes a fight unpredictable.

She took advantage of an opening, what else was she supposed to do?

Let him recover and lose?” Still standing on the stage, Asher clenched his fists, his jaw tightening in frustration.

He could hear the whispers, the debates, the arguments happening around him, but one thing was clear, he had lost.

And it didn’t sit well with him.

He turned sharply to face Nnenna, his eyes dark and stormy.

“You think this means something?” His voice was low but carried enough venom to make the lingering cheers falter.

“Don’t let it get to your head.

This wasn’t a victory.

It was an accident.” Nnenna, still catching her breath, didn’t react to his words.

She knew the truth, she had struggled.

She had barely kept up.

And yes, it had been a mistake that gave her the win.

But wasn’t that part of fighting?

Capitalizing on an enemy’s weakness?

Seeing her lack of response only made Asher more irritated.

“Don’t think for a second that you’re on my level,” he said, stepping closer, his tone cold.

“Next time, I won’t make the same mistake.” Nnenna finally met his gaze, her expression unreadable.

“Then don’t,” she said simply before stepping away.

Asher “…” Asher’s fingers twitched.

He had never been this humiliated before.

Ebere sat stil frozen, her emotions tangled into a knot she couldn’t unravel.

Her heart was pounding, but whether it was from frustration, relief, or jealousy, she didn’t know.

She had wanted Nnenna to lose, at least, that’s what she told herself.

That way, this sudden attention on her would die down.

And yet… She also hadn’t wanted her to be humiliated.

And now?

Now Nnenna had won.

But at the same time, she hadn’t truly proven herself.

The debates, the whispers, the doubt in people’s voices, it meant that this wouldn’t be the end of it.

People would continue questioning her.

People would continue watching her.

Ebere’s fingers curled into a tight fist.

This wasn’t over.

Not for Nnenna.

And not for her either.

With no more challenges being issued, the competition for the princes officially came to an end.

The audience, still buzzing from the intense battles, now shifted their focus to the next event, the princesses’ competition.

Nnenna remained seated, her interest piqued but her mind already calculating.

She had no intention of competing.

It wasn’t because she lacked confidence, but because she knew that her father would never allow it, especially not after everything that had just happened.

She had already stolen the spotlight once today, something they had specifically agreed she would not do.

And yet, she had done it anyway.

Still, when she glanced at her father, she noticed something surprising.

He didn’t seem particularly angry.

There was no visible disapproval on his face, no silent warning that she had overstepped.

Instead, his expression was neutral, perhaps even thoughtful.

It was unexpected.

But before she could think too much about it, her attention shifted elsewhere.

There was one thing she couldn’t deny.

She wanted to fight Princess Anya.

It wasn’t out of rivalry or arrogance, it was simple curiosity.

Anya was known for her icy demeanor and formidable strength, and Nnenna wanted to see firsthand how she measured up against her.

However, issuing a challenge directly would seem improper.

It would appear as though she was intentionally picking a fight, as if she were out for rivalry rather than a fair match.

And that wasn’t the impression she wanted to give.

First, the people of Haran would not be pleased that their princess had been challenged.

If Nnenna were to defeat Anya, she would certainly be placed on their radar, perhaps even as a potential threat.

That alone was already a dangerous position to be in.

Worse still, Anya herself might misinterpret the challenge as hostility rather than mere competition.

A misunderstanding like that wasn’t something Nnenna wanted to risk.

It would be far better if Anya issued the challenge herself.

That way, the risks would be minimized.

If the challenge came from Anya, there would be no room for resentment.

Anya wouldn’t hate her for it, and Lionara wouldn’t gain unnecessary enemies from Haran.

Besides, she wasn’t exactly the beloved darling of her own kingdom, she was respected since the past few days, yes, but not necessarily well liked.

If she challenged Anya, there would be fewer political consequences from Lionara to Haran even if she lost.

For now, Nnenna decided to let it be.

The competition for the princesses began swiftly, and just as expected, the one representing Lionara was none other than Ebere.

The matchups seemed fair at a glance, but at the same time, something about them felt off.

Victory wasn’t the goal here.

Not for the majority of the competitors, at least.

Most of them simply wanted to prove a point, to show off their skills, to demonstrate their worth.

And as far as Nnenna was concerned, if they wanted to pretend winning wasn’t the priority just because they couldn’t admit someone else was better, she would simply let them do as they pleased.

For now, she would just watch.

And wait.

The match went by quickly.

Lionara and Dixan faced off, and as expected, Cha emerged victorious, eliminating Ebere in the first round.

It was no surprise to Nnenna.

Her sister was never meant for combat.

Not only that, but in her determination to maintain the image of a perfect princess, Ebere had neglected to train seriously.

How could she possibly compare to a kingdom like Dixan?

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