Chapter 34 - Saving Her Cursed Lycan Prince

The fight on the stage was getting more and more intense. Harry had been relentless in his offense, forcing Sylvia to fall back again and again.

The more I watched, the more I felt like my heart was being used as a punching bag. Harry didn’t restrain his strength at all. He knew Sylvia’s weakness very well and mercilessly directed his blows at it.

He punched Sylvia in the belly again, making her bend down.

I looked away as I couldn’t bear to watch the fight anymore. I became more and more irritable, and I couldn’t sit still.

“I thought this fight would be interesting, but she was just letting him beat her,” Laura sneered.

“Sylvia is just a slave. She has never received any formal training. It makes sense that she can’t defeat Harry, but her getting this far in the competition is undeniably laudable,” Alina reasoned.

“You’re right. It’s amazing that a slave such as her lasted this long. Thanks to her, today’s exam is somewhat entertaining,” Laura said nonchalantly. It seemed that in her eyes, Sylvia was just a plaything.

“But if it weren’t for Harry, Sylvia would’ve been eliminated already,” Alina continued, an innocent glimmer making her eyes shine. “I just don’t understand why he helped her. But she is indeed attractive.”

The ambiguity in Alina’s words set off alarms in my head. If an outsider heard that comment, it could be misinterpreted.

But sure enough, as soon as Alina finished speaking, Laura chortled, “What a coquette!”

My protective instincts finally kicked in, and I tapped my cup on the table. “Guards, the coffee is cold. Please serve a freshly brewed pot to the queen and escort Miss Quinn back to her room. She’s tired. She needs to get some rest.”

Alina turned her head to me and flashed me a confused look. “Rufus, did I make you unhappy? Why are you suddenly…”

“What are you waiting for? I said escort her back to her room,” I snapped at the guards who didn’t move after I was finished barking orders.

“What are you doing, Rufus?” Laura rolled her eyes at me and then held Alina’s hand to stop her from leaving.

“I just want to show my hospitality,” I said, struggling to keep my voice level.

Hearing the strain in my voice, Richard started laughing. I shot him a death glare, warning him to mind his own business.

Laura stood up angrily, but before she could verbally attack me, Alina stopped her.

“Your Majesty, Prince Rufus is right. I’m indeed tired. I want to go back to my room and rest,” Alina said in a voice tinged with embarrassment. The corner of her mouth drooped, and after comforting Laura, she left with the guards. She looked at me with grievance in her eyes before she turned on her heel.

I didn’t bother to follow her with my gaze. I turned around and focused on the competition again.

At this time, I found Sylvia going on the offensive against Harry. She was finally fighting back and keeping Harry on his toes. Slowly but surely, she was gaining the upper hand.

“That’s odd. When and where did Sylvia learn how to fight like a soldier in the Royal Army? The moves she’s making now are only taught to those in exclusive military training,” Richard murmured in surprise.

I smiled but said nothing. Sylvia was using the fighting techniques I used on her that night. This was another one of her strengths. She learned incredibly fast, and she had a sharp muscle memory. She could grasp and copy key skills even if they were only shown to her once.

Watching Sylvia turn the tables and make Harry’s head spin, I couldn’t help feeling immensely proud of her.

She was my mate. She was like a piece of unprocessed, delicate jade, shining brightly and fiercely.

In the end, I got overwhelmed with joy and excitement. Ignoring Laura’s dissuasion, I walked toward Sylvia.

Sylvia’s POV

Harry acted swiftly. However, I spun around and dodged him as I recalled the moves Rufus had used to attack him.

“Why did you change your moves?” Harry was baffled. He couldn’t fight back.

I snorted and punched his face. “I’ve told you that I’ve fought with people stronger than you.”

“Damn it! Don’t hit my face!” Harry anxiously blocked my fist. “Who is stronger than me? Tell me. I want to meet them.”

“I’ll tell you if you defeat me!” I pressed my elbow on Harry’s shoulder. When he was distracted, I gave him a suplex and pinned him to the ground, pressing my hand on his neck.

Harry was in a trance and looked at me in disbelief. After a while, he came to his senses and said, “I admit defeat.”

I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. If he didn’t admit defeat, I would have become exhausted and wouldn’t have been able to fight back anyway.

I stood up and pulled Harry to his feet.

Just then, a judge flashed the card at me and said, “Thirty points will be deducted because your movement was not standard, and ten points will be deducted because you violated the rules of the competition.”

I was taken aback. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Perhaps my movement was indeed not standard, but as far as I knew, I didn’t violate the rules in any way.

Just as I was about to question the judge, Harry lost his cool. He stood up and bellowed, “Have you all lost your minds? Are you giving the scores with your eyes closed? When did she violate the damn rules? Believe it or not, I’ll fucking rip your eyes off your sockets!” Harry was so angry that he wanted to beat that judge.

I lunged forward and stopped him, fearing that he would get violent and attack the judge. “Calm down. I’ll handle it.”

I walked up to the judges and looked at them. “I would like to know the standard rules of the competition. To my knowledge, I don’t remember violating any rules.”

The judges fell silent, for they didn’t know what to say. Finally, they glanced at each other, and one of them said, “If I say you have violated the rules, then you have. What can a slave like you know?”

Harry grew agitated. He grabbed the judge’s collars and shouted, “Change the score! Otherwise, you won’t be able to get off the stage today.”

Harry’s threat frightened the judge. He tried pulling Harry’s hands off his collar but failed. “I can change the marks I had deducted for violating the rules, but her movement and techniques were not standard. That’s a fact.”

“A fact? Prove it then! How could you make such statements without any proof?” Harry tried stepping forward again, but I grabbed his arm and shook my head, gesturing for him not to be impulsive.

The judge raised the card again, straightened his shirt, and glared at him. “If I say her movement was not standard, then it wasn’t. How could a slave, who has never received formal training before, do standard movements? Who taught her?”

Just then, the card in the judge’s hand was snatched away.

“Who the hell…” the judge cursed under his breath and turned his head. The blood on his face drained as soon as he saw Rufus. “Your Highness, what are you doing here?”

Rufus flipped over the card in his hand and looked the judge in the eye. “I taught her the moves. Got a problem?”

“Well… No! Her movements were great!” the judge mumbled submissively. He was so terrified that he broke into a cold sweat.

Rufus snorted and crushed the card. “Get out of here!”

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