Ninth Prince Leon and Seraphina stood together, their expressions was a mixture of pride and frustration as they looked James.
The grand arena buzzed with excitement and chatter, but James's victory dominated most conversations. His rise from commoner to genius swordsman was the kind of story that the common people dreams of hence deeply resonated with the masses, overshadowing even the most noble and prestigious backgrounds.
"Hmm, where did this James come from? He's taken all the spotlight," Leon grumbled, unable to hide his irritation. "Apollo's performance was exceptional, and now it feels like it's being overshadowed by a commoner."
Seraphina placed her hand on Leon's shoulder, her eyes seemed to show a shared sentiment. "Yeah I feel the same, Leon. But we can't deny that James's story is kind of like a fairy tail inspiring to many. It's the kind of narrative that captures people's hearts—rising from nothing to stand among the elite."
