Read Novel Full Chapter 798: Embarrassing Cedric and His Supporters
Chapter 798: Embarrassing Cedric and His Supporters
"Why are you just standing there? Announce the winner."
Evalyn shot the judge a cold glance.
Feeling her gaze, the man got goosebumps. He looked at Nathan, who lay unconscious on the ground, with mixed feelings.
"What rotten luck," he muttered under his breath.
No one knew that he had placed a bet as well. And it wasn’t a small amount—five hundred thousand Sharn.
That was his family’s entire savings. He had asked his wife for permission and promised that he would return with five million Sharn.
Trusting him, his wife had let him use their savings as his bet.
He had bet on Nathan because the odds were higher. But the result was completely different from what he had expected. Evalyn had won without a single scratch.
Panic gripped his heart, making it hard to breathe.
"Why are you so quiet? Didn’t you hear my order?"
Evalyn’s cold voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"I-I understand. I’m sorry."
The man reluctantly raised his right hand and announced, "The winner is... Evalyn Lionheart!"
The moment his words rang out across the arena, everyone who had bet on Evalyn erupted into cheers.
"Hahaha! Awesome! I’m going to be rich!"
"My debts are finally paid off! Thank the gods! Hahaha!"
"I’m throwing a party tonight! Everyone’s welcome!"
Their excited cheers echoed throughout the arena.
Every laugh felt like a knife twisting in the hearts of Nathan’s supporters.
All they could do was watch the celebrating crowd with envy and frustration.
If only they had chosen Evalyn, they too would have become rich overnight.
Unfortunately, time couldn’t be turned back. Regret always comes too late.
"Excellent!" a viscount exclaimed with a laugh. "Your Highness, you’re amazing! I really underestimated you. Please forgive me."
His gaze toward Nolan was filled with admiration and gratitude.
His name was Vareth, the head of the Viscount Erenvar family from the northern region.
He wasn’t one of Elina’s supporters but rather a neutral noble who had yet to choose a candidate for the throne.
Earlier, he had seen Nolan confidently challenge Cedric. That piqued his curiosity and made him wonder what Nolan was planning.
When Nolan placed his bet, Vareth felt a strange sense of confidence and decided to follow the wager Nolan had made with Cedric.
As it turned out, he was right. Evalyn won the battle. Although the results of the other categories were still uncertain, he had already made a fortune from this single bet.
Hearing his words, the heads of the noble families on Elina’s side joined in praising Nolan.
Nolan merely smiled. "Didn’t I tell you? Those who follow me will only grow richer. You’re fortunate you chose to trust me."
Several people immediately beamed with happiness. However, three others lowered their heads in shame.
They were the heads of three Baron families. Although they supported Elina, they had chosen Nathan because they weren’t confident that Evalyn could win.
What they hadn’t expected was that Evalyn would emerge victorious. Regret filled their hearts.
Unfortunately, it was already too late. All they could do now was watch others grow richer from their winning bets.
"Ahem!" Nolan cleared his throat as he slowly rose to his feet. Folding his arms behind his back, he spoke in a slightly louder voice. "Geez, I didn’t expect Evalyn to win so easily. Is this the strength of Nathan Asbourne? I’m truly disappointed."
He let out a long sigh and shook his head.
The crowd fell silent. No one dared to say a word. Although his words were dripping with sarcasm, the truth was right before their eyes—Nathan Asbourne had been thoroughly defeated by Evalyn.
Cedric, Hector, and Duke Ashvale suppressed their frustration. It felt as if Nolan were publicly slapping them across the face.
"Hmmm..." Nolan stroked his chin before glancing at Hector and Cedric with a playful smile. "Actually, there’s nothing wrong with this outcome. Nathan Asbourne lost simply because that’s the limit of his abilities. I can understand that. So, there’s no need to be too disappointed."
This time, it wasn’t just Hector, Cedric, and Duke Ashvale who felt insulted, but also everyone who had previously bet on Nathan.
They had chosen Nathan because they were convinced he would win.
Yet the outcome was the exact opposite of what they had hoped for. Nolan’s words were like rubbing salt into an open wound.
"Pfft!" Evalyn couldn’t hold back her laughter. "He’s really good at provoking people."
Her gaze toward Nolan softened slightly. She didn’t think he had done anything wrong.
Many people had underestimated her before, but Evalyn was too lazy to respond to them.
She had always known that, in the end, she would be the one standing victorious.
"Alright, I won’t beat around the bush." Nolan stretched lazily before speaking in a casual tone. "My dear brother, don’t forget our bet, okay? You’re the Second Prince, and everyone considers you the heir with the highest chance of inheriting the throne. I’m sure you won’t go back on your word, right?"
Cedric remained calm on the surface, but those sitting nearby could tell just how furious he was.
His fists were clenched tightly, and his teeth were gritted together. Though his breathing appeared steady, heavy breaths occasionally escaped through his nose.
"I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll pay," he replied in a controlled tone.
Deep down, he wanted nothing more than to kill Nolan on the spot. The man had cornered him not only morally but also through his status as the Second Prince.
If he refused to pay, then in the eyes of the public, he would be nothing more than a liar who broke his word after being backed into a corner.
Such a flaw was the last thing a future ruler could afford to have.
"I underestimated him... This is truly my greatest mistake," Cedric growled.
He wasn’t angry at Nolan but at himself for being careless. According to the lessons his uncle had taught him, he should never underestimate anyone, not even those considered the greatest fools.
Yet he had done exactly that, and now he had fallen into a deep pit.
Without another word, he rose from his seat and left the arena.
Duke Ashvale, Margaretta, and Hector also stood and followed him out. Only Allen remained seated.
He looked at Nolan with admiration and reverence.
"Damn... Even Cedric and Margaretta were outplayed by Nolan so easily," he muttered excitedly. "I’ve been completely wrong this whole time. Nolan Lorian is someone I should be friends with!"
As Allen was lost in his excitement and the countless plans running through his mind, Nolan’s voice echoed throughout the arena.
"Alright, everyone. Don’t be sad just yet. Our previous bet had three categories. Who knows? You might still win one of them, right?"