Chapter 302: Chapter 167: Girls Must Guard Their Own Romance (Three in One)_4
She assessed the blonde girl before her with those crimson eyes, from head to toe.
Although not as sharply prominent as before, Isadella could still sense a subtle but oppressive threat emanating from Enola.
Worthy of being the holder of the Sacred Spear Rhongomyniad.
Just a decade, and she’s reached such a state.
Isadella rested her hand on her waist. She suppressed the golden radiance that, due to resonance, was eager to show itself. It gathered upon the scabbard, as if the Sacred Sword was ready to reveal its true form at any moment.
She looked at the expressionless blonde girl before her, crossed her arms, and spoke softly, "So, Miss Enola, what exactly is this card game you’ve invited us to partake in?"
A card game?
Shiayar’s puzzled thought had just arisen when he saw the stack of magictech cards Enola produced.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
He was all too familiar with it, as he himself had designed this card game and commissioned the Royal Book Society to publish it. The prototype for this card game naturally drew inspiration from a popular board game from his previous life. However, he adapted it extensively to the context of the Western Continent and localized it, even inscribing Magic Runes into many of the cards to ensure splendid effects during card battles. He also interwove Monopoly-like games into it, incorporating elements of nurturing and development. Reportedly, after its release by the Royal Book Society, it became quite popular among the noble classes, and Shiayar would play a few rounds with Enola during their leisure time in the Garden of Eden. He had not expected Ennie to bring out this game at a gathering like this. Although the game was indeed designed for parties, Ennie, are you not afraid that after a few rounds, your friendships will go up in smoke?
"There’s no helping it. Who else could be such an insatiable fellow as Student Shiayar, someone nobody wants to miss?
"And I, who adore him so much, do not even wish to cause him difficulties...
"To fight over what one loves in actual combat would upset him—
"So, we shall have to compete through a game."
Enola, smiling faintly, dealt out the initial hand of magictech cards on the long table.
"As for the prize of this game, as I mentioned earlier in the magictech message to Her Majesty Empress Isadella and Miss Silvia,"
A prize for the card game? How come I haven’t heard anything about such a thing? And what kind of prize would drive three Throne Level Beastmasters to such eagerness?
Shiayar was slightly taken aback. But then, he heard Isadella, not far away, say, her voice tinged with a hint of interest, "Since Shiayar himself has been indecisively struggling, unable to let go of anyone,
"making the competition transparent and deciding the order and duration amongst ourselves first might indeed be an excellent choice."
As she spoke, a thick scent of gunpowder seemed to permeate the air.
Hearing those suggestive words, along with the scorching gaze Isadella fixed on him, Shiayar grasped the entire situation in a flash.
Well, the prize turns out to be me. Ennie, oh Ennie—have you just auctioned off your boyfriend? Though, as the person involved, the prospect of being ardently pursued by beautiful girls is indeed thrilling, do I, Shiayar Egutt, not care about my reputation? I toiled away in the Garden of Eden, all for the sake of returning to the Main Material Plane to overturn the established order and commit the ’crime’ of ’sovereign-riding.’ But now *I’m* the one to be ’ridden’! What becomes of my dominant position in this household then?
However, this was Shiayar’s home, not the starry battlefield against the Evil God.
"Nuclear Explosion," "Spear of Heaven’s Wrath," or even the combined technique painstakingly honed by Silver and Crimson, "Flowing Blade Like Fire. All Things in the World Reduced to Ashes," were all useless here.
With Ennie and Her Majesty the Empress both resolute, and the air thick with metaphorical gunpowder—only Silvia, who had yet to take a stand, might have a chance to salvage the situation.
However, when Shiayar looked towards his primary wife, Silvia Babe, full of hope, he saw her Cangyin eyes sparkling with an unprecedented light.
It was a burning battle intent and an awareness that she was second to none.
Silvia held an ancient tome, tilted slightly at this moment, allowing Shiayar to see its contents.
The next moment, delicate golden lettering slowly emerged on the diary’s pages:
*Brother Shiayar said, "One has to protect one’s own love."*
*Isn’t that a matter of course for a girl?*
?
I never said that.