They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 193 - 193 Hates Losing

Chapter 193: Hates Losing Chapter 193: Hates Losing Arthur wouldn’t even care that she had fought.

He had only ever looked at Nnenna.

She had given it her all, and it still wasn’t enough.

She stood up, dusted herself off, and bowed stiffly before walking off the stage without another word.

Alexei sighed, watching her retreat.

‘Jealousy is a dangerous thing,’ he thought again.

And today, it had cost Anya a lot.

Anya silently left the arena after the match.

She walked with purpose, but there was a stiffness to her movements, her usual grace slightly faltering.

Nnenna, having been watching her closely throughout the fight, noticed this and decided to follow her.

Anya, lost in her thoughts, didn’t notice she was being followed.

She made her way through the castle grounds, eventually arriving at a secluded pond with neatly arranged benches.

It was one of the castle’s attractions, a place of beauty and serenity meant for visitors to admire.

Nnenna, upon seeing it, realized she had almost forgotten this place even existed.

In her previous life, she never had time to stop and appreciate such things.

Keeping her distance, she observed Anya as she sat on one of the benches, staring at the water.

For ten whole minutes, Anya did not move.

She just sat there, frozen in thought, her expression unreadable.

Finally, Nnenna could not take it anymore.

She purposely made some noise, like she had just arrived, and walked toward her.

“Hey, Princess Anya, right?” she said, making her voice as friendly as possible.

“You’re the first princess of Haran, correct?” Anya did not say anything.

She simply glanced at Nnenna, then turned her gaze away, back to the pond.

It was almost cruel, the irony of it all.

The very girl she had been thinking about, the one she had just lost to, the one she felt unworthy in comparison to, was now sitting beside her, speaking to her as if they were equals.

She had lost before the battle had even begun.

It wasn’t hatred she felt for Nnenna.

No, she didn’t despise her.

But she certainly didn’t love her either.

How could she?

How could anyone truly like their love rival?

Even if Arthur wasn’t in love with Nnenna, he had clearly chosen her, in whatever way that meant.

Anya could not change that.

Nnenna, completely unaware of the turmoil raging inside Anya, assumed she was simply upset about the match.

She had seemed like the type who hated losing, after all.

Wanting to ease the tension, she continued speaking.

“You know, that match was intense,” Nnenna admitted with a small smile.

“I was almost scared you were going to win.

If it weren’t for the mistakes you made, the ones I managed to exploit, I don’t know if I would be sitting here as the winner.” She paused, glancing at Anya for any sort of reaction.

The first princess remained silent, her face unreadable.

Nnenna pressed on, hoping to reassure her.

“But you shouldn’t feel bad.

We can always have another match, learn from each other again.

Who knows?

You might even win next time, now that you’re familiar with my fighting style.” Anya finally let out a quiet breath, was it amusement?

Frustration?

Nnenna couldn’t tell.

But Nnenna continued speaking, trying to ease the tension.

“You guys are a war kingdom,” she said, her tone light, trying to make conversation.

“You literally eat, breathe, and sleep with war.

So it’s not like I think I can completely compare to you all.

I’m just doing my best to be the best I can be.

I still have a long way to go, so don’t feel bad about it.” She paused, wondering if there was anything else she should say.

But before she could think of anything, the girl beside her spoke, her voice cold and sharp.

“I don’t need your pity,” Anya said, turning her head slightly but refusing to meet Nnenna’s eyes.

Nnenna blinked, taken aback.

“You won because you have the ability,” Anya continued, her voice steady but distant.

“I respect that.

I’ll improve myself, and then we can fight again.” She finally stood up, brushing off her dress as if shaking off the conversation itself.

“As for the match, you won fair and square,” she added before turning and walking away.

Nnenna sat there, watching Anya’s retreating back, feeling something unexpected, admiration.

Who would be humble enough to admit to their opponent that they lost fair and square?

To openly acknowledge that they simply weren’t good enough and needed to improve?

Only someone with integrity would say something like that.

But if Anya wasn’t angry at her for winning… then what was she angry about?

Nnenna sat there for a while, deep in thought.

Finally, she concluded that Anya was probably just upset about losing, especially as a princess of her status, from a kingdom as formidable as Haran.

Losing wasn’t something she was likely used to.

That must be it, Nnenna decided.

With that thought, she stood up and left as well.

Meanwhile, in Queen Chioma’s chambers, Ebere cried on her mother’s shoulder for nearly thirty minutes.

“Mom, she disgraced me in front of everyone!” Ebere sobbed.

“She humiliated me in front of Carl!

How am I supposed to show my face again?

She could have easily told me that it was her he was talking about, but she didn’t!

She let me embarrass myself on purpose!

What kind of sister does that?” Her voice was thick with frustration and resentment.

“I’ve been holding back, trying to do what’s best for everyone,” she continued, her words coming out in an emotional rush, “but she hasn’t been trying to do what’s best for us at all!

She’s been selfish.

Incredibly selfish!” She complained endlessly, completely forgetting that she had been the one who assumed Carl was referring to her.

On the scale of likelihood, from one to ten, the highest probability, ten, was that he had been talking about the person he had actually been interacting with for the past few days, Nnenna.

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