'I hope the Second Princess was watching…' Arthur thought to himself, scanning the crowd another time as he walked forward.
His eyes flicked from face to face, searching, but he couldn't catch even a glimpse of her.
A pang of disappointment settled in his chest.
Still, on the other hand, if she was watching, Arthur had no doubt that he had managed to leave an impression.
His fight had been flawless—dominant, even.
The way he had dismantled a noble had surely caught some eyes.
As Arthur made his way to the used weapon stash to return his sword, he noticed something amusing.
The teachers, who had been observing the fights, were now speaking in hushed voices, their expressions a mix of shock and intrigue.
Some stole glances at him, their curiosity evident.
Arthur smirked, rubbing under his nose. 'Can't blame them. I am pretty great.'
He basked in the attention for a moment, enjoying the recognition.
