Western Fantasy: The Princess Wants to Save the World

Cecilia was just surprised, but she was not very worried that the two men would recognize her.

But Lorian thought Cecilia was going to retreat temporarily, and looked at her uneasily.

With Lorian's magical ability, he would be able to win 99 times out of 100 battles if he really went on stage.

The reason I don't say I'm invincible is simply because I'm afraid of being humiliated.

But Gardner and Flora were both sitting on the judges' panel. As the president, he went on the competition stage. No matter how he thought about it, he felt inferior to them.

Cecilia didn't know that Lorian had thought so much. "Let's speak with one voice. I'm a mute and can't speak. If Prince Morpheus asks me anything, you have to answer for me."

Lorian came to his senses and realized that the princess had no intention of deserting the battlefield.

Feeling that he had thought too badly of the princess, Lorian reflected on himself in his heart.

Prince Morpheus and little Prince Mel sat down, and Lorian could no longer hide in this little corner with Cecilia.

Lorian walked up to the judges' table, while Cecilia went to the contestants' waiting area.

Gardner was naturally unwilling to let Lorian go when he saw him, but he was concerned that Prince Morpheus was still there, so he restrained himself a lot. "You are really brave. You didn't come out even when the prince came in person, and you are so late."

Prince Morpheus has always been kind and doesn't care about these things.

Lorian still explained in a nonsensical way, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency. I was not feeling well today and was unable to greet you just now..."

Flora sat at the side and quietly rolled her eyes as she listened to Lorian's words.

When I went to see him just now, I didn't see any sign that he was unwell.

Flora set her sights on the magicians in the waiting area.

There was no one around Cecilia, and even the people from the Magicians' Guild did not dare to approach this seemingly mysterious master.

Flora thought of today's schedule again and sneered. Gardner's intentions were really known to everyone.

The sun was better in the early morning, but as time passed eight or nine in the morning, there was no shade in the suburbs of Petra.

Gardner was worried that Prince Morpheus and little Prince Mel would get sunburned, so he asked someone to set up a tent at the judges' table.

Lorian looked at Cecilia in the waiting area.

He sincerely felt that the person below should not be exposed to the sun, "Should we set up a tent for the contestants as well? It would be bad if it affects their performance."

Gardner refused without a second thought, "These are all tests for them to become members of the Magic Guard. How can they serve the royal family if they can't even withstand a little sun?"

Lorian: ...

Young Prince Mel obviously supported Lorian's opinion and wanted to speak but was stopped by his father with a look.

Although I don’t understand, my father must have his considerations.

Mel came here today mainly to study. Before he left, his father told him to watch more and talk less.

Flora looked as if it had nothing to do with her.

Although it was announced to the outside world that this conference was jointly organized by the three guilds.

In fact, it was Gardner who arranged the overall situation, and Gardner did not consult Flora or Lorian from beginning to end.

I make the final decision on everything.

Flora was happy to be a hands-off boss, because if anything went wrong in the end, it would have nothing to do with her or the guild.

Because of the sudden setting up of the tent, all the previously planned times were pushed back by nearly an hour.

Lorian looked at the lonely Cecilia and suddenly felt sad for her.

When did Her Royal Highness go out, was she not surrounded by the stars? When was she not well taken care of?

Lorian cast a shielding spell towards Cecilia.

He knew very well that with his own magical abilities, he could only maintain this concealing magic for six hours at most.

As time goes by, the sun will only get bigger.

It was even more vicious in the afternoon.

As soon as Lorian released his magic, he felt that his magic was canceled.

Lorian met Cecilia's gaze and saw the princess shook her head slightly.

Then he realized that the other party might have released the magic himself, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he realized that if His Highness cast this kind of magic himself, wouldn't he be consuming magic all the time?

He quickly sensed around and found no trace of magic around the other party.

Lorian looked into Cecilia's eyes again, and he could clearly see the corners of Cecilia's mouth raised.

Cecilia lip-synced very quickly, but Lorian saw it clearly -

Thank you.

The little movements between Lorian and Cecilia were not obvious and were not noticed by anyone.

Finally, the damn tent was set up.

Prince Morpheus, under Gardner's hypocritical flattery, briefly announced some matters and said, "The competition has officially begun. All magicians, please compete in an orderly manner according to the order you have been assigned in advance."

The first stage to begin was the group stage, with 128 magicians divided into four groups, each with sixteen games. The winning magicians in each group would draw lots within their own group and then play another round of games.

The group stage is over here.

The 32 magicians who won the last four groups were divided into two groups, and the last winner from each group would compete to become the champion of this conference.

At this point, the first part of the game is over.

There will be an exhibition match afterwards, and if there is enough time, the champion of this conference will accept the challenge of any magician present.

When Lorian saw the schedule, he knew that this exhibition match was most likely aimed at Cecilia.

He didn't have that much confidence in himself, but as for Cecilia, he was sure that Cecilia would be the final champion.

Gardner seemed very impulsive, but he knew to leave himself a way out.

What does "if there is enough time" mean?

It's no wonder that Lorian thought too much. Gardner didn't know Cecilia's strength. All he knew about Cecilia came from Adams' retelling.

Most people would think that other people are exaggerating or hiding something when they hear someone else tell them something, so it's normal to be suspicious.

Lorian had no doubt that if Cecilia was not the winner, Gardner would say something like, "Due to lack of time, the second stage of the exhibition match is cancelled."

He subconsciously looked at Cecilia again.

Cecilia looked expressionless, perhaps she felt a little bored standing there.

She was scheduled to play in the 16th match, which was the last match of the first round of group matches.

Cecilia didn't actually feel bored. Although she felt that her magical abilities alone were enough to win the game, it didn't mean that she didn't need to learn. She learned a lot of tricks from the magicians on the field.

It turns out this magic can be used like this?

Cecilia watched the games intently.

From time to time, I would guess in advance which of the two players on the field would win.

Finally, the sixteenth game started and Cecilia walked onto the stage leisurely.