Chapter 81 "......Me?"

Driving range.

Tuttle successfully dealt with his opponent. Amy looked around but couldn't find her aunt, so she felt relieved and started to cheer loudly.

Tuttle returned to the stands with a gloomy face. The first thing he did was to lock Amy's neck with his arms. The two struggled for a long time before letting go.

"Is it over?" Edith saw them stop and removed the book from their faces.

Hedda silently moved her face out from Edith's sleeve.

Tattle then noticed the attention from all around him. He coughed twice and sat back down. "Sorry."

Knowing that Edith would come to see him today, he took great pains to maintain his composure while winning, pretending to deal with his opponent nonchalantly. However, he didn't expect that Amy's words "there's a hole burned in the back of your ass" would ruin it.

It was such a tiny hole that it would obviously disappear once he put his robe back on!

"Great." Edith was not stingy with praise, "You are the one who finished the fight the fastest among us."

"You were the fastest," Bell reminded in a friendly way, "but it took a little longer to clean up the mess afterwards."

The ground was burned, and it took two wizards to restore it to its original state.

Edith smiled, not wanting to brag about herself anymore, and changed the subject, "Who's next?"

The third round of draw will start soon after today's competition. All the winning players must wait on site, and she can also observe her future opponents.

"I don't remember the next one, but I know the one after that." Tuttle said quickly, "The one before Mulin was Zebulon."

Edith sat up straight.

The possibility of Zebulun failing in this round is almost zero, or in other words, the probability of him failing before the final is zero.

The queen would not choose an heir who had poor talent, and after the talent test, the resources that the heir candidates received were horrific. Under such favoritism, if Zebulun lost the competition, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a royal scandal.

In other words, if I want to win the championship, my opponent in the final will definitely be him.

"Zebulon and who?"

"A girl in the fourth grade, who seems to be the second daughter of the Garcia family. It's a pity that she ran into Zebulon in the second round." Amy sighed, "But competing with the prince is equivalent to showing up in front of the queen. If you perform well, you may be appreciated and enter the court directly. It can be said that there are pros and cons."

It was really like whoever was mentioned would arrive immediately. During the discussion, a familiar figure suddenly appeared on the aisle on the side of the stands.

It was Zebulon.

He was probably about to get up and go to the waiting room, but when he heard his own name, he stopped and looked around.

Edith and the others quickly shut up.

It would be very strange to chat as if no one else is around when the parties involved in the discussion are present.

"Good afternoon, His Highness Campbell." Hedda and Amy, who had the best family backgrounds among the people present, stood up reluctantly and saluted respectively. The rest of the people imitated them, but they were so slow that if they were seen in front of the palace, they would be charged with disrespect.

But Zebulon didn't care much about this. He politely returned the greeting, waved his hand for everyone to sit down, and then fixed his eyes on Edith.

"Not bad." He nodded approvingly, "The response today was very quick."

Edith: “…”

Why did you suddenly start speaking in the tone of an elder?

"Brother." A voice suddenly came, solving Edith's doubts, "The teacher asked me to give this to you."

Ivan, who was in the same grade, suddenly appeared behind the group. After seeing the crowd clearly, his eyes widened slightly. "Are you busy?"

"No." Zebulun still acted like an elder and took the box from Ivan. "Why should I ask you to deliver it? The weather is getting colder and you are in poor health. Don't run around."

This didn't seem to be the same person as the Zebulon who was angrily transmitting messages in the library in Edith's memory.

The two brothers exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Zebulun finally left satisfied, but he stopped at the corner to make sure Ivan couldn't see him, and scanned Edith up and down with a scrutinizing look.

Edith showed it to him openly.

“…Come on, don’t die before the finals.” He mouthed a sentence that could be said to be provocative, and then left without looking back.

Edith: “…”

baffling.

Zebulun pretends to be pretty good in front of outsiders, probably because he knows that she knows his true immature face, so he doesn't hide it in front of her.

Edith tapped her arm.

She suddenly became very curious. If she defeated him in the final, would he break down and cry in front of the queen who was watching the game.

......

"Pear's protection was hit again! If it happens again, her shelter will be completely shattered - wait, Zebulon's spell directly penetrated Pearl's protection! He used almost twice the attack power in one spell!"

The girl called Per groaned, and the ends of her hair quickly burned under the erosion of magic. She didn't want to linger, and rolled backwards, took out her sword, and cut off her long hair with one swing.

"Pear's hair is cut, Zebulon's pursuit magic is directly ineffective, he needs to cast the spell again - God. Zebulon used a high-level marking spell! Per's attempt to escape failed, and his arm was branded with a bright red mark!"

The audience was amazed when they saw the red mark: Marking! If you are hit by this spell, you will lose unless you lose a layer of skin - no matter where you escape, the enemy's spell can accurately chase you.

Sure enough, Zebulon could not wait to cast the blasting spell, and Pearl ran to the side of the stands, with the shrinking flame chasing her. She gritted her teeth, lay back desperately, and at the same time drew out her wand and cast a fire spell on her arm herself.

"It seems that Pearl wants to remove the mark by burning her skin - but unfortunately." Number One shouted with great effort. As the voice came out of his mouth, the blasting spell exploded on Pearl's body. "There is not enough time. Zebulon Campbell wins!"

"Let's give a round of applause!"

Zebulon's face was pale, but he still looked relaxed. He walked forward and pulled Pearl up. The two of them waved to the surroundings and accepted the cheers and praises.

"Zebulun is still amazing."

Amy watched the game in a daze and slumped in her seat.

"Marking spell... Damn it, I can't even cast the prerequisite spell for it."

"I don't understand the specific tactics, but I feel that each attack is connected smoothly, just like the final battle in the novel." Hedda whimpered and buried her head in Edith's sleeve, "Why are everyone so powerful..."

Edith seemed to be thinking: "The final battle..."

She finally understood where the awkward feeling during the Zebulon match came from.

"Don't you think Zebulon is using too much force?"

Seeing everyone looking at her, she explained, "She didn't even have the patience to wait for an attack, and used twice her magic power to cast a spell. Although it broke Pearl's defense within a few seconds, the strong impact also gave her time to escape."

"And the Marking Technique - the magic power reserves in his body were obviously lower than what was needed to cast it, so he looked so weak after the game. Pearl had been forced into a desperate situation and would have won without it, but he still used it to end the battle quickly."

On the contrary, Pearl's bravery and intelligence were fully demonstrated in this game. The Queen will definitely be attracted to her when she watches her son's game again, and her future development will definitely be good.

"He really used too much force. I think he did it to look good." A voice that had just been heard not long ago came from the side. Everyone was startled and turned around to see Ivan's face.

"Why are you silent?"

Edith complained, and Ivan sighed, "If you also have two outstanding older sisters and brothers, you will understand the importance of reducing your presence."

"This is the secret of my survival. It's normal that you can't sense it."

Everyone kept their mouths shut. Discussing among themselves was one thing, being heard by the royal family was another, but it was obvious that Ivan chose a third option between listening to their discussion and accusing them of disrespect - to vent his opinions himself.

"My brother wasn't like this before, at least not on the surface. Maybe you put too much pressure on him, and he was eager to prove that he 'won easily', so he used a lot of unnecessary means."

Hedda was the one who was most familiar with Ivan among the crowd. Seeing that no one responded, she stammered and changed the subject: "I thought you..." I thought you were a well-behaved and aloof member of the royal family.

Ivan waved his hand: "It's what the character needs."

"The elder sister and the elder brother are destined to become enemies, which is not conducive to the image of a united royal family. The mother needs an absolutely neutral character to fill the plot."

"I was born."

Ivan had a poor health and was declared to have no chance of becoming king at birth. It was said that Zebulun, who was too young to control his expression, was so relieved that he was punished by the queen to reflect on his mistakes in the house for a week.

But later on, even without reflecting on his mistakes, Ivan rarely came out of his room, and rarely even went to the gardens in the palace.

Under such circumstances, the personal servant secretly violated the queen's ban that "for the sake of the little prince's health, he should not be over-enlightened" and began to teach him to read and write at an early age.

Perhaps it was God's compensation for his poor health that he learned these things very quickly and learned to read independently earlier than his two heirs.

But there are limits to the number of books a servant can steal.

Ivan, who was only four years old at the time, was about to go crazy staying in his room, so he secretly ran out and wandered around the palace. Somehow he found his way to the archive room and found a book with his own name on it.

Ivan opened it curiously, but he was caught by the servants who came rushing over after reading only two pages.

"Please don't walk around. If I'm discovered, my life will be in danger." The servant knelt on the ground and begged, "What story do you want to hear? I'll tell you, okay?"

She looked up and found that the child didn't listen to a word and was staring out the window in a daze.

"Shabash." Ivan suddenly called the servant's name, "What does refusing treatment mean?"

Shabash stood there in a daze, her lips moving slightly. "What did you see?" She suddenly trembled violently, "You saw nothing, nothing--"

"The condition was discovered in the fetus when it was three months old. The royal doctor said it could be treated before birth, but Her Majesty the Queen rejected the proposal." Ivan lowered his eyes and looked at his pale hands that were so transparent that the blood vessels could be seen. "Don't you want to cure me, mother?"

Shabash did not respond to his question, but just kept saying stop talking and covered her ears with her hands. Ivan was afraid that something might happen to her, so he shut up, but he thought about it all the time since then.

Finally, he grew up and met the legendary sister and brother. The two did not communicate with each other, but were terribly kind to him. The portrait of the three of them reading together was even published in the newspaper, and then he realized something.

Both Ursula and Zebulon are good enough. The royal family does not need a third heir, and the kingdom does not need a third party.

The mother needed a son who was harmless enough, a vessel that could hold both maternal love and the warmth of the two heir families.

"...Anyway, in order to survive better, I found that pretending to be air is a good choice." Ivan avoided talking about the things in the middle and jumped directly to the result. "When Zebulun and Ursula need me, I will jump out and call them sister and brother. When they don't need me, I'd better disappear."

"But unlike me who is used to peace and quiet, my brother was able to grow up under applause all the time - he must be afraid that you will take away his first place."

I was so scared that I lost my appetite and lost a lot of weight.

Edith was a little surprised: "...Me?"