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Love at the Wrong Table

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Yorick had reached his limit–there was nothing else he could do. Left with no alternative, he channeled every ounce of his internal strength, his fists crashing forward like twin meteors toward the two black dragons. A thunderous explosion erupted—the devastating Tiger Wrath Fist! Meanwhile, Simba charged at the other black dragon with a reckless resolve, fully prepared to lay down its life in battle.

In the blink of an eye, the bamboo forest became a battlefield of chaos, filled with the earth–shaking cries of dragons and tigers. The entire landscape trembled as if caught in the fury of an impending apocalypse. Isabella’s fingers froze mid–note, her music cut off as she was forced to summon every bit of her strength to defend herself. Even so, the overwhelming force threatened to crush her, making resistance nearly impossible.

Lady Rosa, however, stood no chance. Lacking the strength to resist, she was flung into the air like a discarded red plastic bag, swept away without a trace! “Agh-”

She had no idea how far she had been flung before she finally tumbled to a stop, battered and disheveled. Her once–flawless, bronze–toned legs were now marred with streaks of blood. By some twisted stroke of luck, though the wounds were severe, she had at least avoided a fatal blow.

“D*mn it! So, when the saints battle, mere mortals aren’t even allowed to spectate?” Seething with frustration, she slammed her tiny fists against the soft earth of the bamboo grove, her long legs kicking in protest, throwing a fit like an exasperated child. Then, a thunderous roar erupted from the heart of the ruined forest, raw and filled with anguish. It wasn’t just a sound of fury–it was a wail of defiance, a howl of sheer resentment against the world’s cruel injustices!

“I didn’t kill Jane! Her death wasn’t my doing! And I had nothing to do with your daughter!!” Yorick, drenched in blood, stood his ground despite one arm hanging limp, mangled beyond recognition. Yet, even in his battered state, his voice thundered through the battlefield, each desperate shout carrying an earth- shaking force. With a surge of raw power, he and Simba charged forward, launching a ferocious counteroffensive against Santiago.

Santiago, whose eyes had darkened with fury, suddenly faltered. Seeing Yorick like this sent an unsettling ripple through him, and in that instant, his dominance cracked–the overwhelming pressure he exuded just moments

ago was suddenly reversed, his control slipping through his fingers. Tiger Overlord Fist! Yorick unleashed his ultimate technique, striking in perfect tandem with Simba, hammering Santiago from both flanks in a relentless assault. Even with the Silver Dragon Spear in hand, Santiago was forced onto the defensive, his form breaking under the sheer intensity of their onslaught. Wounds piled upon wounds as he staggered back!

“If you weren’t the one who took her life, then tell me–why is Jane dead?!” The instant Yorick’s strength showed the slightest sign of faltering, the Silver Dragon Spear flared with an icy glow, its brilliance twisting into the form of a dragon. In a heartbeat, it lunged forward, its onslaught cascading like a relentless storm, engulfing everything in its path!

The brutal clash between these two Great Saints raged on, their wounds multiplying, their battle seemingly destined to end only in death. But just as their blows threatened to reach the point of no return, a melody drifted through the air.

Ding–dong–dong–dong…

The sound was ethereal, carrying an almost divine resonance. It swept through the battlefield like a whisper from the heavens, bringing an unnatural stillness. It wasn’t that the musician possessed greater strength than them–no, the melody itself had stirred something deep within–the memory of a single, breathtaking

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“The stage is set, so the stage must end. A quiet gaze, silk sleeves drifting like whispers in the wind. The audience stirs, eyes wide with longing. All for a fleeting glimpse of a beauty untouchable.” The mournful opera wove a spell of melancholy, its melody steeped in sorrow, its verses laced with heartache. This time, it wasn’t just the two saints caught in its grasp–even Lady Rosa found herself pulled into that strange, haunting realm!

Before they could resist, the world around them shifted–Jane’s perspective swallowed them whole. “With careful strokes, she shapes her delicate brows. A crimson mark of a cinnabar graces her forehead…” There she was–lonely, ethereal, an image of sorrow frozen in time. Both Santiago and Yorick were consumed by an unbearable urge to call out her name, yet their throats felt as if they had been sealed with molten lead- heavy, suffocating, rendering them voiceless!

For years, an unshakable regret clung to them both–they had never witnessed their goddess dance with their own eyes. In the vivid theater of their minds, that night had been her pinnacle, the moment she was most radiant, most alive, basking in the brilliance of her own perfection. But their fantasy was only half- right. Yes, she had graced the stage with elegance, her every step poetry in motion. Her makeup was immaculate, her smile bewitching. Yet hidden in the depths of her eyes lay something untouched, unreachable–an isolation so profound that no one had ever broken through.

She was a living illusion, a masterpiece with no soul behind the brushstrokes. A marionette, bound by invisible strings, her laughter a script, her joy a performance. Her agony–silent, suffocating–was hers alone to bear.

“Jane!!” Santiago and Yorick bellowed, their voices raw, desperate to reach her. But it was futile. The world she existed in stood just beyond their grasp, a universe apart. No matter how fiercely they shouted, no matter how much their hearts ached to tear down the barrier–she would never hear them!

“Layer upon layer, the paint is set… A mask of beauty, the curtain lifts. On this stage, I alone weave joy and sorrow into song. Drifting like clouds, adorned in silk and illusion. And when it all fades… silver creeps into my hair.”

As Isabella’s haunting melody unfurled, the vibrant stage of applause and cheers vanished in an instant. Santiago and Yorick felt their consciousness wrenched away, drawn into yet another world. Here, nothing changed. They were still nothing more than distant onlookers, cursed with the vision of gods but the power of ghosts–trapped in a story where they could watch, but never step inside!

“Jane, our family’s rise to power depends on you! The two young fighters in today’s final match aren’t just skilled–they’re once–in–a–lifetime martial prodigies. If you marry one of them and send him to the battlefield, he’ll make a name for himself, carving his legend in blood and glory! If we’re truly fortunate, he might even rise to the heights of the legendary Lucian–a man whose mere footstep can send shockwaves across the globe!

“Once our family holds sway over the war realm–its alliances, its reputation, its influence–I’ll use that power to discreetly traffic arms, amass a private arsenal, and build an unstoppable force, all under your name!”

That year, Jane was barely twenty when her father, Shailash Tanner, summoned her into his study without warning. The moment he spoke, his voice thick with ambition, his eyes glinting with unchecked greed, a chill ran down her spine. His words rang in her ears, cold and calculated, shattering the fragile illusions of the world she once knew. “Why, Dad? Why does it have to be this way?”

Her father’s expression darkened, his voice low and unwavering. “Because in a world ruled by power, the weak are nothing more than prey. If we don’t rise, we will be crushed. Do you think kindness will keep you alive?”

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that master since childhood for sentiment’s sake? No, Jane. Every lesson, every bruise, every sacrifice–it was all for this. You are my deadliest piece on the board. The Tanner family’s hidden weapon!” Hearing this, Jane jolted as if struck by lightning, her delicate frame trembling in silent distress.

“Atticus has always been my trusted ally. Together, we hold the reins of Chanaca, waiting for the perfect moment to harvest its wealth!” His eyes gleamed with unchecked greed. “And don’t think for a second that Atticus is my only partner. I have many allies in places you wouldn’t even dream of, Jane!”

She was too young, too sheltered to grasp the depth of his schemes. Politics, power struggles–those were a world beyond her understanding. Against her father’s iron grip and the gleaming lure of silver that paved his path, she was utterly powerless.

Originally, her marriage to Yorick was meant to strengthen the ties between the Tanner and Sheffield–Grey families. But when he walked away from the arrangement, the pieces were shuffled, and she was wed to Santiago instead. At first, she agonized over how to convince him to step onto the battlefield, to carve out a legacy for himself. Yet, she soon realized there was no need. Santiago worshipped Lucian, the legendary warrior, with a devotion so fierce that no persuasion was needed. Before she could utter a single word, he had already marched onto the battlefield–side by side with Yorick!

Just as Teddy had foreseen, their unparalleled combat skills allowed them to dominate the battlefield with ease. In a war untouched by modern technology, they rose to prominence almost effortlessly, their names echoing through military ranks like a legend in the making! When Santiago returned, he remained blissfully unaware of the turmoil simmering within Jane’s heart. It wasn’t until one fateful evening, when the conversation turned to politics, that the cracks began to show. “You can’t be serious, Santiago! You actually want to throw your support behind Artemis? He’s the face of the pacifist faction!” Her voice carried sharp disbelief.

“Mr. Sheffield–Grey belongs to the pro–war faction. His leadership would only plunge Chanaea into further chaos,” Santiago countered firmly. “Only a strategist like Artemis, someone who understands the art of patience and restraint, can guide the country toward stable growth. That’s why we have to stand behind him!”

Jane’s lips curved slightly, but her expression carried an unreadable weight. “Oh? Is that so?” Without hesitation, she relayed his stance to her father, bracing herself for an outburst. Given Teddy’s long–standing alliance with Atticus, she expected his fury to erupt like a storm!

But instead of rage, an unexpected reaction unfolded. Teddy didn’t lash out—instead, he roared with laughter. “Hah! Wonderful! Absolutely splendid! Now I can finally put my mind at ease!” Jane’s delicate features tightened with confusion. “Dad… aren’t you working with Mr. Sheffield–Grey-”

His laughter cut off abruptly, his expression twisting into one of pure malice. “Hah! Don’t you dare mention that treacherous b*stard!”

His tone dropped, laced with venom. “That treacherous b*stard has gotten too full of himself–he thinks he can outgrow me, outmaneuver mess. If he takes the presidency, everything I’ve built, every hidden force under my command, will be his for the taking. Do you think I’d sit back and let that happen? No. I won’t just block his path to power–but I’ll make sure he doesn’t live to see the next sunrise!”

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