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Chapter 201 - 201 Mockery

Chapter 201: Mockery Chapter 201: Mockery Their gifts, costly, extravagant symbols of goodwill, had been given to someone who, in their eyes, had no true claim to royalty.

Their faces darkened with regret, and their gazes toward Nnenna grew sharper, filled with silent accusations.

The first to speak was King Altan, his voice carrying the weight of his kingdom’s strength.

“King Ikechukwu, we all value the sovereignty of each ruler over their own kingdom, but keeping such vital information from us…

That is a move I cannot say I appreciate,” he said, his tone controlled but firm.

King Seungho nodded in agreement, his sharp eyes studying Ikechukwu carefully.

“To hide something of this magnitude for ten years…

Do you realize the implications?

If we had known from the beginning, matters would have been handled differently.

Transparency is essential among allies,” he said, his voice laced with both disappointment and curiosity.

Other kings murmured their agreement, some nodding while others openly scowled.

Their dissatisfaction was evident.

King Ikechukwu, despite the growing pressure, remained composed.

He had anticipated this reaction.

He stood tall, addressing the gathered rulers with steady confidence.

“I assure you, I had no intention of disrespecting any of you, nor did I seek to deceive,” he said, his voice carrying across the hall.

“At the time, it was a personal decision, one made out of duty, love, and compassion.

I saw a child, abandoned by fate, and I chose to give her a home, a family, and a future.

My decision was not a political maneuver but a father’s choice.” The kings did not look entirely satisfied, but they knew better than to challenge him further.

Lionara was a kingdom rich in resources, and no matter how displeased they were, outright hostility was not in their best interest.

One by one, the murmurs of opposition settled into reluctant acceptance.

They still did not like what had happened, but they would not push further.

Once the announcements were over, the royal family departed to prepare for the hunting event, a much anticipated tradition that had been momentarily overshadowed by the revelation.

The sudden shift in focus left the nobles and guests reeling, unsure how to process the news.

Nnenna, however, had no preparations left to do.

She had already arranged everything earlier before coming to this event, so now she was left standing at the side.

And of course, peace was a luxury she would not be afforded.

The voices of the guests, especially those of the noblewomen and younger royals, rose in pointed discussions, their words deliberately loud, ensuring she could hear every bit of their displeasure.

“Can you imagine?

She actually tried to act like she was one of us!” one scoffed, her fan snapping shut with irritation.

“Pretending all this time…

Did she think we wouldn’t find out?” another added with a mocking chuckle.

“All that admiration, all that respect, wasted on a common orphan,” someone else sneered.

Their words cut deep, but Nnenna refused to react.

She stood still, expression calm, though inside, a storm brewed.

She had known this would happen.

She had prepared herself for it.

But knowing and experiencing it firsthand were two different things.

She wasn’t just being looked down on, she was being cast aside.

The murmurs had escalated into sharp edged words, slicing through the air like daggers meant to wound.

Noblewomen, princes and princesses from various kingdoms gathered in small groups, their voices no longer hushed.

They spoke freely, their tones dripping with resentment and mockery.

“Royalty is not something you can earn, it is bestowed by birth and by the will of God,” one princess declared, her voice carrying over the murmuring crowd.

“No matter how skilled she is, no matter how many competitions she wins, it does not change the fact that she is not one of us.” This particular princess had been simmering with quiet resentment for days.

She hadn’t gone against Nnenna herself, but her brother had, and he had lost.

Badly.

The humiliation still burned, and now, knowing that the one who had bested him wasn’t even of true royal blood made it even worse.

“And to think she wasn’t even supposed to be in these competitions in the first place,” another princess sneered, her arms crossed.

“What a joke.

We were all competing with an imposter.” There were nods of agreement, and the bitterness in their expressions deepened.

“She was trying so hard to fit in.

It’s almost pitiful,” one noblewoman scoffed, fanning herself dramatically.

“I guess she really is just a gold digger, desperately clinging to power she has no claim to, probably hoping to land a prince so she can finally call herself a ‘true princess.'” Laughter rippled through the group, cruel and sharp, echoing in the open space.

The whispers turned into outright mockery, voices rising with sneers and laughter as more nobles and royals joined the discussion.

“What a disgrace!

A huge disgrace!” one of the princes exclaimed, his voice dripping with contempt.

“She truly believed she could stand among us?

Compete as an equal?

How utterly pathetic.” “I almost feel sorry for her,” another noblewoman said with a mocking sigh.

“Someone with this much wishful thinking belongs in a mental hospital.

Did she really think she could rewrite her bloodline with skill alone?” Laughter rippled through the gathering, some covering their mouths in faux politeness, others openly scoffing.

“Does she not realize?” a young prince mused, shaking his head as if in pity.

“Even if the royal family of Lionara accepted her, even if she were to be engaged, what then?

Does she think her husband’s family will truly respect her?

Does she think her children will be treated as equals?” “She’ll always be an outsider,” a duchess sneered, tilting her chin upward.

“No matter how much she wins or how gracefully she walks, she cannot change the fact that she was born common.

She does not belong here.” “And now she wants to go hunting with us?” one of the princes scoffed, looking around as if to confirm he wasn’t the only one outraged.

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