Mia’s Sigh
“Prince Sion? What do you want?”
Abel tilted his head, curious as to what Sion wanted to talk about.
“I know it is late, but congratulations on your first victory over your brother.”
“Oh, thank you for that.”
Abel smiled carefreely. Then Sion bowed his head a little.
“And I have to apologize to you.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
Sion continues to bow his head before Abel.
“I thought for sure that you would lose. I thought the difference in ability between you and your brother was quite clear.”
Well! How rude! Prince Abel can’t lose to such a bad brother!
Mia’s liking for Sion has decreased.
However, Abel smiles bitterly at Sion’s words.
“I think you might be right. I was only lucky to win. I didn’t win because of my skills like you Prince Sion.”
Well! How humble!
Mia’s liking for Abel has increased.
“The element of luck is also important, Prince Abel. I also didn’t keep winning just because of my ability.”
Well, it’s natural. Of course, you’ve only won because you are lucky!
Mia agreed with Sion’s assessment of himself.
“I’m honored to hear Prince Sion say that. I’ll take that to heart.”
That’s not true, Prince Abel. You should not feel honored by him. It’s not a big deal to be recognized by such a guy!
Mia objected strongly.
“Anyway, let’s have a good fight in the next match.”
With that said, Sion extended his hand. There was a big confidence smile on his face. It is a friendship between hot boys.
Sitting beside Mia, Chloe let out an enraptured sigh…
“… so dreamy”
Both Anne and Tiona were already fascinated by the two princes before the match. They watched the scene before them with spellbound eyes; clearly mesmerized. On the other hand, Liora was poking the chicken meat inside the sandwich. After checking that it was grilled cooked, she nods satisfactorily. Liora was a girl who knew what should be prioritized.
And Mia wasn’t interested in such a boy’s hot friendship either. Rather, she is now in a bad mood. Just earlier, she was in a good atmosphere with Prince Abel, now Prince Sion has taken away his attention from her. Her Royal Highness has a slightly narrow heart, puffing her cheeks and biting angrily the sandwich in a moody manner.
Considering that in her heart is that of a 20-year-old woman, her actions are rather ridiculous…
Prince Abel was just praising my sandwich just now. Would it hurt for you to stop butting in already?
With that in mind, Mia lightly pulled the hem of Abel’s clothes. Seeing Abel turn around, she stares at his eyes and appeals.
Will you please go back to praising my sandwich already? Please!?
Actually, like this… Mia was just being annoying.
As usual, Abel smiled innocently at seeing Sion’s outstretched hand. It is his practiced smile to avoid making enemies. It is a smile that shows anyone that he bears no hostility.
With this smile, he was about to say:
“Let’s have a good match. I don’t know how much fight I can do, but I’m going to do my best and learn from it as an experience.”
This was what he was planning to say in advance… If he puts up a precautionary line, then he will not be hurt if he loses. He did not have to hope, nor did he have to care.
This is Abel’s way of life. It’s how he survived from an early age and now that has permeated through his body.
But then… he could feel a tug on his clothes.
Yes? What is it?
Turning back, he saw Mia grasping the hem of his clothes. Her were eyes staring at his, her beautiful wide eyes were lit by a serious light, and it was as if she was talking to Abel.
You are strong, Prince Abel.
What echoed in Abel’s mind was the words that Mia said earlier.
She said:
You are strong.
Be confident.
You can definitely win.
She said, she said.
Then I…
Something changed in Abel’s mind. His mind ran counter from his past defeatist attitude. He remembered Mia’s words. For him, Mia doesn’t lie, and he don’t want to waste her feelings of believing in him. He must uphold her trust in him.
…I have no choice but to win.
“Please be prepared, Prince Sion”
Abel was surprised by what he himself is saying. His voice contained a determination that Abel never had heard before no experienced before.
“Please be prepared, Sion Sol Sunkland”
“Yes?”
Sion was quite puzzled by Abel’s sudden change of demeanor.
“I, Abel Remno, will not lose to you.”
Sion responds with a challenging smile at the dignified declaration of war.
“Well, welcome, Prince Abel Remno. Let’s fight all our hearts out. I swear here to defeat you with all my might.”
Chloe, Anne, and Tiona sighed and swooned over such a hot exchange. Liora sighed at the deliciousness of the grilled meat she made.
B-but… my sandwich! What about my sandwich…?
Being ignored, Mia sighed sadly.
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