Positive little sun, magical girl, I am awesome

"Where did you go last night?"

The Royal Arena was packed with people, and the stands and walls were filled with people. The duels during Hanukkah were also one of the regular entertainment programs for the nobles. Kanien walked through the crowd and sat next to Catherine, whispering in her ear.

"...I'll go back when I'm tired." The princess sat in the center of the arena in the grandstand, looking straight ahead. Most of her face was buried in the mink fur, making her look icy and cute, and a little more childish than usual.

Kanien took a close look at her face and asked, "I don't think I've offended you today?" This little girl has been unhappy since morning.

There was a loud laugh behind them. They turned around and saw the queen and several other women playing cards together, with many people watching and joining in the fun.

"You should be good at that, right? I heard it was passed on by Goletia." Kanian said casually.

"... Landlord?" Catherine found it unbelievable. Wasn't that a small game that Lilith had made up casually in class?

"Shh, this place is not called that anymore." Kanyon blinked. "Some smart people have given this game a new name, Dragon's Treasure. Whoever gets three cards becomes an evil dragon and must be exterminated by the warriors... Hey, Catherine, do you think there are really dragons in this world? Is the legend of Dragon's Tooth Castle made up? Did you learn about this in class? Why has no one ever seen a dragon in all these years?" Kanyon's topic was very off topic.

"I don't know. We haven't studied magical biology yet," Katherine replied calmly. "But those things in your basement are definitely not dragons. They are just ugly lizards. Those merchants are trying to rip you off, Canyon."

"It doesn't matter. It's not my money." Canion leaned back in his chair with a scoundrel smile on his face.

Catherine didn't want to pay any more attention to him and continued to look at the field. A fully armed knight on horseback deliberately circled to the front of the central stand, put his sword over his chest, and saluted to the ladies in the stands, causing a commotion and laughter.

"Oh, it's Robin. He's looking at you, Catherine. Smile." Canyon recognized the eldest son of the Campbell family by the family emblem on the knight's breastplate.

"If you like him so much, ask your good uncle to grant you a marriage." Catherine said coldly, sitting still in the face of Robin's eyes.

Kanyon smacked his lips, afraid that Catherine would really beat him in front of so many people, and finally shut up and kept quiet.

Robin rode around the arena and finally came in front of his opponent. The knight on the opposite side was also fully armed, but compared to the tall Robin, his stature was obviously much smaller.

"Hey, kid!" Robin smiled and looked at Fang's helmet, "This is the adult venue. The children's competition will start in the afternoon. Get out of here quickly."

The other person tilted his head. "What's the difference?" The voice came in a muffled voice, and it sounded like a teenager.

"In a duel between adults, life and death is not a matter of life or death." Robin smiled proudly, wanting to knock down the guy who didn't know how to live or die. He didn't know which young master came here to show off his strength. Although no one would really fight to the death, it would always be troublesome to hurt the nobles.

"Then I didn't go the wrong way." The little knight muttered in a muffled voice and raised the heavy lance with some difficulty.

Robin couldn't help laughing at his clumsy and awkward appearance.

The boy straightened his helmet, which was a little too big for him, kicked the horse's belly hard, and charged towards Robin with his gun.

The wooden lance was two meters long. It was difficult for ordinary people to lift it if they had not been trained. But the little knight on the opposite side was holding it with one hand and rushing towards him at the speed of his horse, with amazing power.

Robin did not dodge or evade, but also raised his lance and charged forward. However, he started later than his opponent and his horse had not yet caught up with the speed. The two men stabbed each other with lances, and it was the stronger Robin who suffered the loss. He groaned after passing by each other.

The other side didn't waste time, adjusted the horse's head, and rushed towards Robin again. This time, the power was even more amazing. It seemed that Robin was familiar with this attack method. This time, he didn't slow down. The two stabbed each other again. After several rounds of wrestling, there was a crackling sound, and the lance in the little knight's hand could not withstand such an impact and broke first.

Robin smiled brightly and swooped down on his horse again, ready to give the boy a final blow and knock him out to greet his victory and the queen's praise. However, when the lance poked the young knight's shoulder, he leaned back to avoid the damage, then grabbed Robin's lance tightly and jumped onto Robin's horse like a snake.

"I'm not very good at this." In a flash, the boy under the armor said in an annoyed voice, "I'm better at using a knife, big brother."

He clamped his horse tightly, pulled out a curved black knife from his back, clamped Robin's head tightly and bent it back, and inserted the scimitar accurately into the gap in the armor.

"It doesn't matter if you live or die, big brother."

This was the last sentence Robin heard, and then his vision suddenly flew up, and he turned around a few times, and saw the back of his flatterer running away.

Mrs. Campbell still held the playing cards in her hand. It was as if the pause button had been pressed. She stared blankly at her son's body being torn apart in the field. After a long moment, she suddenly let out a sharp scream.

Many ladies at the scene finally reacted and screamed.

"Alas..." Kanyon sighed regretfully, "Your backup candidate for the king's wife is gone. I have to look for one again."

Catherine was also shocked by the unexpected events on the field. The heir of the Campbell family lost his life in an instant. She frowned and looked at the winner on the field. The man raised his arms happily, enjoying his moment of victory. Although it scared many people, some people also cheered for such an exciting battle.

The man rode his horse closer to the platform. Mrs. Campbell had fainted and was carried out, and the queen followed. The wreath of victory was left unattended, and no one crowned the winner. The knight picked up the wreath with a knife and looked at Catherine.

"Oh, it looks like there's a new candidate." Kanyon rubbed his chin and smiled with gloating.

The young man lowered his head and untied his helmet, revealing a strange face. It was a handsome face with an exotic charm. His skin had a wheat-colored luster and his eyes were like those of a lively fox, which seemed to be able to captivate people in the blink of an eye. At this moment, he was staring at Catherine intently.

Catherine looked at the flower crown that was handed to her by the knife without moving. The knife was still stained with Robin's blood.

"Tsk, it's them—" Kanien was a little distressed.

Another hand reached out, removed the flower crown from the tip of the knife for Catherine, and handed it to her.

"I wish to present the wreath of victory to the most beautiful star in the empire."

Catherine looked up with her eyes wide open. The person who spoke had the same face as the knight off the field.

"The twins of the King of Mulet." Kanien came closer -

"You can't have them all, Catherine. You can only choose one."

Catherine closed her eyes weakly, she was so annoyed. Tomorrow, tomorrow she would go back to Gloria!