Archer glanced over at Nala, who sat there with an eager grin. Her golden hair was tied back in a ponytail, which couldn’t hide her fluffiness. But he admired her beauty, grateful to have her in his life.

With a gentle shake of his head, he complimented her. “You look stunning, Nala. I’m excited to watch you fight.”

The lioness smiled when she heard him, causing her confidence to skyrocket. Archer continued to watch the next two fights, which weren’t as exciting as the ones involving his girls.

A few hours passed by until the announcer called out. ”Nala Lionheart and Venessa Venomclaw. Come to the stage, please.”

When Nala heard this, she jumped up excitedly before kissing Archer and smiling at the others, who wished her luck. He turned his gaze toward her opponent, noting her dark green hair and crystal blue eyes.

She had a slender build and was undeniably pretty, although not quite as attractive as Nala or the other women he was with. He noticed she was wielding daggers while Nala used her sword.

Nala had a grin on her face while waiting for the fight to begin as she eyed her prey. Archer turned to Teuila, who was watching with interest, and asked in a curious voice. ”Who’s fighting next?”

She smiled before answering. ”It’s Leira and Hemi, but after those two, some of our classmates are competing, including Lioran.”

He nodded before returning to the fight when the referee announced the start. Venessa rushed forward and struck out using her daggers. Nala easily blocked every attack as she counterattacked and kicked her in the chest, sending her flying back.

When Venessa got back up, she grinned while spitting on her blades, causing Halime to comment quickly as she recognized the move. ”The girl is a snake demi-human like me, Archer! She just used her venom on the blades.”

”She’s trying to poison Nala?” Lioran asked in a threatening voice.

This time, the silver-haired elf Talila spoke. ”She won’t be beaten. You don’t realize how strong your little sister has become over the last few months.”

Lioran turned around and spotted the mixed elf and nodded in understanding before he started watching the fight. As Nala faced off against Venessa, the arena buzzed with anticipation.

She wielded her sword skillfully as her golden mane flowed behind her. Venessa, agile and cunning, brandished her daggers with expertise, her eyes glinting with confidence. The clash began with the sound of metal meeting metal ringing through the air.

Nala moved with perfect footwork, parrying Venessa’s strikes with ease. While her opponent darted in and out with swift movements, aiming to find an opening in her defense. But she was a master of her craft.

With each exchange, Nala anticipated the girl’s move, countering with swift and precise strikes of her own. Their weapons danced in a flurry of steel, each fighter testing the other’s skill and resolve.

As the battle raged on, Archer watched in awe as the two engaged in a captivating display of martial prowess. Nala’s skill and strength matched Venessa’s speed and agility, creating a thrilling spectacle that held everyone’s attention.

Despite Venessa’s cunning tactics and relentless attacks, the lioness remained firm, her focus unwavering. With each clash of their weapons, she gained ground, steadily pushing her opponent back with a grin.

Then, in a sudden burst of skill and finesse, Archer watched Nala seize the opportunity she had been waiting for. With a lightning-fast strike, she disarmed Venessa, sending her daggers clattering to the ground. .𝒎

Before the girl could react, Nala delivered a powerful blow to her jaw, knocking her opponent to the ground with a resounding thud. The arena erupted into cheers as she emerged victorious, her sword raised triumphantly above her head.

Nala had proven to be a formidable warrior and a true blade master. She had overcome her opponent with dignity and skill, leaving no doubt in the minds of all who witnessed her power.

Archer started cheering for her when the referee announced her as the winner, and the healers tended to the unconscious Vennessa. Nala approached him and the others with a grin as she spoke. ”Did I do good, husband? I’ve been training with Teuila and Talila.”

He nodded, ”You did well, my lioness. Ask anyone here.”

Just as he spoke, Lioran appeared with a proud smile and hugged the lioness, who was caught off guard. When she came to, she pushed her brother away before complaining. ”Don’t just hug me like that, brother! It’s weird. Now Father will know how strong I’ve become.”

Archer laughed at the siblings as he sat back down to watch the fight that was beginning. It was a boy from the College of Magic who used fire magic. He blasted the other student into nothing within the first two seconds of the fight.

After that, the announcer spoke. ”Leira Avalon and Theodore Sabat, please come to the stage.”

When the crowd heard that, they started cheering, especially the people from the Avalon Empire, as Leira was their princess. Archer watched the arena come to life with banners and flags waving.

Archer turned around to spot Leira approaching him while wearing her green mage robes, which kept her warm during the cold weather. She also wore black boots that matched the outfit and made her look even prettier in his eyes.

The cat girl stopped before him, seizing everyone’s attention as she leaned in and kissed his lips. The Avalonian crowd erupted into cheers and applause, thrilled to witness her affectionate gesture toward the guardian of their empire.

It was a sight that filled them with immense joy and pride because the normal citizen loved Archer and wished him the best. After the public display of affection, she went to the stage only to see a brute of a boy who looked much older than her.

Archer just sat back and wanted to see how strong she had become since they took their relationship further. Leira looked at the grey-haired boy using a sword and magic as she sensed the mana coming from it.

When Leira sensed that, she decided to end the match with one spell and waited for the referee to start, which came seconds later. She watched the boy’s movement as his sword began to glow, indicating that he was powering it up for an attack.

As Leira faced her opponent, she allowed him to get close, luring him into a false sense of security. With lightning-quick reflexes, she waited until the last moment before his swing connected, then swiftly raised her arm.

Thunder crackled and danced along her limb, forming a protective barrier just in time to intercept the blow. The impact reverberated through her arm, but she stood firm, her gaze unwavering as she met her opponent head-on.

Sensing his vulnerability, Leira directed her magic, conjuring flames infused with crackling thunder around her fist. In a decisive move, she unleashed her fiery thunderstrike, her fist connecting with explosive force.

Fire and lightning erupted in a dazzling display, engulfing the area in a blinding flash of light and thunderclap. The sheer power of the explosion sent shockwaves rippling through the arena, causing the crowd to gasp in astonishment.

After the smoke cleared, Theodore Sabat was flung backward, his body hurtling through the air until he crashed into the stands with a thud. Silence descended over the arena as the spectators processed the unexpected turn of events.

Their eyes were wide with disbelief at the sheer magnitude of Leira’s display of power. Archer stood up from his seat, a solitary figure amidst the hushed crowd. Without hesitation, he raised his voice in a booming cheer, his words cutting through the stillness.

“Bravo, Leira! Magnificent!” he exclaimed, his words echoing off the arena’s walls. At first, his voice seemed to hang in the air, a lone declaration amidst the quiet. But then, as if sparked by his enthusiasm, a wave of applause began to ripple through the stands.

It started from where Archer sat, then spread like wildfire, engulfing the entire College of Magic section. Leira’s heart swelled with pride as she heard Archer’s cheer, a bright smile gracing her lips.

Encouraged by his support, she stood tall, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. Then, like a thunderous roar, the Avalonian section erupted into cheers, their voices rising in unison to salute their beloved princess.

It was a victorious moment, showcasing Leira’s power. The cheers echoed far and wide, proving to everyone that their princess was strong and would go far in the Arcane Magic Tournament. .

Following that, the referee declared her the winner, and she made her way over to Archer, who enveloped her in a warm embrace. Leira melted into his arms, finding comfort as she rested her head against his chest.

Archer’s voice rang out gently as he praised her, “You did wonderfully, my love. That punch was truly impressive.”

After the two separated he hugged the other eight girls who loved the affection he was openly showing them.

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