82~ Alleged M
The eliminated freshmen陆续 filtered out of the rest room, gathering at the Colman Square. Clearly, even though they lost the match, they were still keeping tabs on the ongoing event.
After the Crown Cup Top Ten list was established, everyone could watch the live broadcast in the Grand Square. This was also an observation class organized by the Academy for the students. Watching the Top Ten battles clearly wasn’t something you could just do anytime. Upperclassmen interested could also come to observe live.
“Alright! You lot look closely now. We’ve gotta decide once and for all whose pot this is!” The Bald Male God was sitting cross-legged on the ground, arranging some stones. He was shuffling them around while pointing fingers at his teammates.
“Yesterday’s battle, I was here, you lot were here, and that blonde chick was over there!”
“Borton up front, Endy in the back, and you mage forming a pincer attack to corner her – three against one, and we still got chased around like dogs. And you have the nerve to blame me? Are you saying you want me in the fight?”
“Who said we wanted you to fight? All you’d do is drag us down! Where’s your Divine Analysis Technique? Aren’t you always bragging about how great it is? Do you know why we lost? Because we didn’t know jack about our opponent!” Endy muttered.
“I told you I couldn’t use the Divine Analysis Technique! When I tried to scan that blonde chick, I almost got blinded!”
“That’s your problem, isn’t it? As a Male God, if you can’t provide any intel, what good are you?” Borton chimed in with Endy, clearly unimpressed.
“You!…”
“Alright, alright, stop it. We’ve earned enough points anyway. Once the Crown Cup’s over, we’ll be getting our official Colman student cards. Why are you fighting? We’re not getting expelled. If we’re not good enough, then we’re not good enough. What’s there to argue about?” At this point, the Mage stepped in to play peacemaker.
“I think, even though there was an unexpected twist this time, our teamwork wasn’t bad. Why don’t we stick together after enrollment?”
“Hmph!” X3
The Mage looked helplessly at his three somewhat ‘tsundere’ teammates.
“With our group, we’re pretty compatible, right? You don’t want to hook up with some haughty noble Goddess or some reckless noble Male God, do you? I think we’re a good fit. Let’s just keep the team together.”
As the Mage was earnestly persuading them, the giant sapphire crystal in Colman Square shimmered with a sea-like sheen.
“Oh? The Top Ten showdown is finally about to start, huh?”
“Hey! Place your bets, place your bets! Who’s gonna take the top spot in this year’s Crown Cup? Currently, the odds are 4 to 6 between Aistride and Princess Filisia. Place your bet on your favorite contestant!” Naturally, with any competition came betting. A bookie was already shouting and moving around to open bets.
Only those with enough points to ensure their admission could come to the square to watch the match, so everyone was just here for the fun of it. The chance to critique the battles of the elites from the audience didn’t come around often, so naturally, people were eager to place their spare cash on something entertaining.
“Hey, student, want to place a bet?” The bookie quickly approached this team led by the Bald Male God.
“Hmm? Betting?……” The Mage eyed the crystal’s projection of the top ten list for a while, then nodded.
“Alright, student, Aistride or Princess Filisia, who’re you betting on?”
“Neither.”
“Eh? Neither? Then who’re you betting on?” The bookie was confused.
“I’m betting on Tillysha.”
“Tillysha???” The bookie thought the name sounded familiar. Glancing at the top ten list projected by the sapphire crystal behind him, it came back to him. “Oh, you mean the one who caused a commotion before the Crown Race began? Didn’t expect her to make the Top Ten.”
“Hey, me too. I’ll also bet on the same blonde girl.” The Bald Male God waved.
“Huh? You’re betting too?”
“Why not?” The Bald Male God grinned. “She wiped out our entire team single-handedly. The girl can’t be that simple, can she? I reckon she’ll be the new Crown Champion.”
“Same here! I’m betting!”
“Me too! If she could beat me so easily, there’s no way she’ll lose!” Borton and Endy both pulled out their wallets, indicating they were betting on Tillysha.
After a mutual glance, the four shared a knowing smile and couldn’t help but chuckle.
That laugh cleared the previous resentment.
“Alright, four bets all on Tillysha.” Even though the bookie wasn’t optimistic about Tillysha, he accepted the money.
The betting wasn’t about how much you could win back—it was all about the fun. The more people involved, the better.
After making the rounds, most bets were placed on Princess Filisia and Aistride. Following that was a student named Wenfu, whose votes ranked third. After Wenfu came…
“Uh, excuse me, I want to bet on Tillysha too.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me?! A Male God, you???” The mage student, surprised, looked at the tall and imposing Male God beside him.
“What’re you doing? Why are you betting on someone who eliminated us?”
“Yeah, didn’t you say that you were tortured and humiliated by her after we were eliminated?”
“I, I…” The tall Male God blushed, turned his head away, and acted composed. “What’s it to you guys? I can bet on whoever I want, none of your business, okay?”
Indeed, this Male God was the one who Tiilysa had tied up to experiment with Divine Authority earlier.
In theory, even if he didn’t despise Tiilysa with a passion for revenge, he certainly wouldn’t have any good feelings towards her.
Yes, under normal circumstances, that would be true. But…….
For some reason, the Male God couldn’t stop thinking about Tiilysa squatting in front of him, the mint and herb-like fragrance from her body and hair, her sun-colored radiant gold hair, and her pure, polite demeanor…….
It’s as if lying down again and having her experiment with Divine Authority on him would be nice. She standing under the sunlight, the beams flowing through her white gold hair and stepping on his face with that look of disdainful disdain……
Ah! What was he thinking?!!!
Think of him, a tall man, as the pillar of his team, imagining such weird things…….
No, no, this thought was obviously wrong. He should make this a lesson and pledge that next time he met Tiilysa, he’d avenge his loss. Why was he having such perverted thoughts?
What would his teammates think of him if they knew? And what would Tiilysa think?
Wait! What does Tiilysa have to do with any of it?!
The tall Male God painfully clutched his head, not knowing why that golden figure just wouldn’t leave his mind.
the influence of his divine authority is quite terrifying