Even the judges exchanged uneasy glances to accept the wagers. The crowd’s clamor continued one side.
The main judge cleared his throat before addressing King Ragnar, his tone now far more respectful. “This is no trivial matter you propose, King Ragnar. Are you certain you wish to wager?”
King Ragnar stared at Kent for a second and nodded with a determined look. “I am.”
The judge nodded slowly, then turned to King Hoon Doom. “King Doom, will you match this wager?”
Hoon Doom, though visibly shaken, clenched his fists and forced a grin. “Of course, the Doom family will match the Frost Royal Family’s wager.”
The court fell into a deep, unsettling silence. The Honour Justice Fight had now transformed into a high-stakes clash where not just honor, but fortunes would be decided. Everyone knew—this battle would be one for the ages.
As the tension mounted, the judge raised his hand one final time. “The wagers have been set. The Honour Justice Fight will commence at sunset. May the gods bear witness to this momentous clash.”
Just then, King Hoon Doom approached Kent and asked, “Little fellow… Do you know the trouble you are stuck in?”
Kent smiled amusingly and replied, “Oh… poor King! I’m the trouble here. So, get ready for war properly. I will blow the war horns for you.”
Hoon Doom’s eyes went wide as he stared at Kent in surprise and confusion. The surprise is for Kent’s confidence. He was also confused because he couldn’t see a bit of fear in Kent’s face.
As soon as the three judges left the Royal Court, the atmosphere shifted from tense formality to action.
King Ragnar, with Kent and Lily by his side, hurriedly left the court grounds. Without a word, the Frost family supporters, relatives quickly moved out of the court.
The streets were bustling with curious onlookers and gossip of the spectacle that was to unfold.
The people began posting the details of the Royal Court in official Forums. With each passing moment, the matter of Honour Justice Fight and high value wagers were spreading all over the 7th realm.
Taking Kent and Lily, King Ragnar left the Justice Division of the capital using carts. They went directly to the Arema Division of the Capital to register at Royal Arena.
The Frost family’s supporters followed closely, their banners flying high. Behind them, a small contingent of elite guards ensured their swift and secure passage.
As the Frost family departed, the Doom family, along with 18 other supporting Crest family heads, stayed behind in the court chambers. King Hoon Doom paced back and forth.
“Chuli,” King Hoon Doom barked, his voice sharp with urgency. “Contact your seventh brother, Goom. I want him ready and in the arena by sunset. Also, reach out to the Young Division Army general. We need to do our best.”
Princess Chuli nodded but hesitated, her eyes darting toward her father. “But Father, what about the third fighter? We have Goom and the army general, but we need one more.”
King Hoon Doom turned to face her, his expression unreadable. After a brief moment of consideration, his gaze shifted toward the Lin family head, Jerome Lin, whose son, Scott Lin, was a known champion.
He immediately approached Jerome. “King Jerome, thank you for casting your vote in our favor. If your son Scott were to fight on our side, our victory would be all but assured. What do you say?”
King Jerome Lin’s face tightened, his eyes flickering with discomfort. “I cast my vote because Lily Frost broke the marriage agreement with my son without saying a word to us. She chose that outsider, Kent Hall, over Scott. But even so…” Jerome paused, his face darkening. “Scott loves her deeply. He would never raise his sword against her, no matter the reason.
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I’m afraid I cannot offer you his strength in this matter.”
Hoon Doom clenched his jaw, clearly frustrated, but he knew better than to press the issue further. With a heavy sigh, he gave a nod of understanding. “I respect your position, King Jerome.”
Just as the conversation seemed to hit a dead end, the head of the Kia family stepped forward, a slight smile playing on his lips.
“King Hoon, if it pleases you, my son, Ju Kia, will fight in third place. He’s the winner of the Northern Royal Summit. He won’t disappoint you.”
A glimmer of excitement flashed in King Hoon Doom’s eyes. “Excellent. Call your son immediately. With him, Goom, and our army general, we’ll have more than enough strength to secure victory.”
With his fighters finally settled, King Hoon Doom gathered his advisors and supporters. The Doom family, along with their allies, left for the Royal Arena to register their champions. As they marched through the streets, the supporters shouted the Doom family name.
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Meanwhile, in the Arena Division, the sight of the Royal Arena was breathtaking. The Oval bird nest like structure stood on the horizon, covering a massive ten-mile radius. Its walls were high and gleaming, built of dark stone and reinforced with magical barriers that shimmered under the sun.
“Is that… the arena?” Kent asked, his voice low as they drew closer. His eyes scanned the vast structure, which could easily fit more than ten million spectators, including their pets. There are also special private rooms at the top layer. The thought of fighting in front of such a massive crowd excited him.
Lily, seated beside him, nodded. “The Royal arena is the pride of the capital. Every major event in the kingdom takes place here, from tournaments to grand ceremonies. It’s maintained meticulously, from the grass on the floor to the magic-infused aurora glass that displays the fights. Nothing is left to chance.”
The arena grounds themselves were a sight to behold. On one side, the Aurora Glass dominated the scene, a massive magical screen glowing with a soft, ethereal light.
As they approached the main entrance, King Ragnar walked up to the Arena Master, a tall man in royal armor with an air of authority. Without hesitation, Ragnar revealed his Frost Family Crest, a shimmering emblem etched in silver and blue.
“We’re here to register for the Honour Justice Fight, I hope you received orders from the Royal Court.” Ragnar announced, his voice carrying the weight of his royal status.
The Arena Master gaze first met with Kent and then moved back to King Ragnar. “Of course, King Ragnar. The preparations for the fight are already underway. I will ensure everything is ready for sunset. Please follow me for registration.”
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