45~The World of the Divine Son
“Huff, huff, I thought Princess Filisia was about to capsize in the cul-de-sac,” John wiped a bead of sweat. “No wonder the Divine Princess Domain of the Chosha family is unmatched when it comes to physical resistance.”
“………..You, can’t you see?” Dillin asked upon hearing John’s statement.
“Eh? Can’t see what? What are you talking about?”
“Never mind.” Dillin shook his head and clutched the calendula butterfly in his embrace.
Perhaps only he and the Princess Filisia on the field knew that it had absolutely nothing to do with physical resistance.
As a Divine Princess, wouldn’t Brin know that the Divine Princess Domain of the Chosha family leans heavily on physical resistance?
Of course he did. Yet, under these circumstances, he still chose to use a physical attack because he was confident in his own Divine Princess Domain, believing his fivefold backstab would determine the outcome. Even if it didn’t, it would undoubtedly cause considerable trouble for the opponent.
What he didn’t anticipate was Princess Filisia emerging unscathed, without even a stumble. His sword was like a toothpick pricking a boulder—nothing happened.
But the other spectators in the arena didn’t know this. They assumed Princess Filisia’s physical resistance was enough to withstand Brin’s backstab, unaware that it wasn’t the physical resistance that held up but an effect derived from the domain.
To be fair, Brin wasn’t weak. He had both strategic thinking and combat prowess. Unfortunately, he met someone who seemed to cheat.
So, when he heard comments around him labeling Brin as a fool for attempting to breach the White Li Armor with a physical attack, Dillin could only smile. If these armchair warriors were on the field instead, they might not even see Brin before he backstabbed them.
Dillin finally understood why having an excellent Divine Son in the team was so crucial. In this match, not all Divine Sons could perceive what was happening with Princess Filisia’s Divine Princess Domain. They were all clueless like greenhorns, except for Dillin and Princess Filisia herself, who clearly knew what was happening.
“Expectedly, a match without any suspense.”
“If you knew it was without suspense, why did you drag me here to watch?” Dillin glanced at John.
“Haha, did you think I brought you here to watch the match? Who in their right mind would take the match seriously?” John said with a face full of disdain. “I can guarantee that at least eighty percent of the people here didn’t come to watch the match. As to what they came for…I won’t say it aloud. You all know what’s going on inside.”
Saying this, John glanced at the stunning scene on the field.
Indeed, dressing like this for a battle might not be highly entertaining, but it’s laden with benefits.
I’m sure everyone here had their ‘fill of eye candy’ by now.
As it turned out, just as John said, after the silver-armored knight princess paid a knightly salute to her defeated opponent and exited the stage, the spectators in the audience noticeably thinned out.
The most captivating sight always remains a beautiful young maiden. Everyone came to see their idols, and when the idol leaves, the concert ends—what’s the point of staying?
“Let’s go,” John yawned, standing up, only to find Dillin still sitting firmly in his seat without moving, which puzzled him. “Didn’t you keep complaining about wanting to leave? How come now that the main event is over, you don’t want to leave?”
“We’ve come this far.” Dillin sat steadily in his seat, pulling on John’s sleeve. “Let’s continue to watch.”
“You’re not addicted, are you? I’ll remind you, the upcoming matches don’t have any goddess-like divine princesses. Just burly big men brawling.”
“No problem.” Inspired by the legendary Divine Analysis Technique and eager to try it out, Dillin wanted to continue.
“Ugh, watching a bunch of men beat each other up isn’t fun. Women fighting is much more interesting,” John pouted. “Let’s go, Aistride’s match is in the afternoon… Ow!”
John sat grudgingly after being pinched in the waist by Dillin, holding his waist with a resentful look on his face.
“What’s with you, pinching like a woman? Are you crazy?”
“Shut up.” Dillin didn’t even look at him.
Unlike the absolute suppression of the first match, the following matches saw exchanges back and forth between the opponents. Princess Filisia and Princess Aistride are exceptions; most of the newly appointed divine princesses had comparable strength.
Under an excellent matching system, Brin was probably the only one injured.
Despite having some level of strength, his loss was so complete and humiliating that joining a team in the future might prove difficult.
With the morning matches over, Dillin and John were on their way to the cafeteria.
“The second match in the afternoon is Aistride’s. Hmm, Filisia and Aistride are on the same day. Buddy, I can guarantee Filisia will definitely come to watch in the afternoon.”
“Why?” Dillin, who was pondering the matters related to the Divine Princess Domain, didn’t give it much thought.
“Hey, didn’t I already tell you? Filisia is Aistride’s suitor and even wrote her a love letter. This is common knowledge in the academy.”
“Indeed.” Dillin nodded, thinking. “It’s true, besides common four types of resistances, Divine Princess Domains generally carry one or more domain effects.”
“What Divine Princess Domain? What kind of weird stuff are you talking about? Are we even talking about the same thing?”
“Hmm?… What did you just say?” Dillin looked up.
“Are you really not concerned or just pretending to be? Do you really feel okay about this?”
“Shut up.” Dillin maintained a steady tone.
“No matter what, you once… isn’t that right?”
“Things were different in the past, it’s impossible for me and her.” There was no fluctuation in Dillin’s voice.
“You’re right, the probability of both of you working out is low, and letting go at the appropriate time is a wise choice, but you’re acting too nonchalant, don’t you think?” John still didn’t get it.
“You were practically close to inadvertently gaining the admiration of that Moon Elf Princess. She’s an Elf, her heart pledged is forever, no one can stop it.”
“So what? Am I supposed to now be chest thumping and wallowing in grief to be considered normal?”
“Uh… uh… Now that you mention it, doing that would be futile too.”
“Thanks for caring more than I do.” Dillin rolled his eyes at John. “Rather than thinking about these things, why don’t you think about what we’re having for lunch today?”
“You… Hey, if I see you truly letting go, I’m at peace.” John sighed.
“Idiot.” Dillin muttered. “Doing unnecessary things.”
“Only names unfamiliar except Aistride.”
“So, are you planning to watch the afternoon match?”
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I? And I guarantee the afternoon will be packed. Both Filisia and Aistride, the two new stars of the academy, will be there. You wouldn’t believe the crowd.”
“Fine, you go. I won’t.”
“Eh?… Che, what a buzzkill.” John kept flipping the schedule. “Another bunch of old guys… Eh, wait.”
“The third match, Aileen vs Tillysha? Oh, women fighting! I’m suddenly wide awake at the mention.”
“Speaking of which, Tillysha? That name rings a bell, I’ve never heard of her. Judging by the name, she should be a goddess. I wonder how she looks…” John seemed to have discovered a new continent.
At his side, Dillin remained silent upon hearing this.
