The energy was infectious. Commoner boys punched the air, girls clapped and shouted encouragement. Even those who had been hesitant earlier were now fully invested.
Elowen Voss stood stiffly, her golden hair gleaming under the sunlight, but internally she was seething with frustration.
*This is unacceptable. How dare these common filth cheer so loudly for that blue-skinned whore? Every single one of Nightshade's women is turning this tournament into a mockery of the natural order. First the dragon, then the demon, then the goblin, then the hobgoblin and now a literal Jin created by the Almighty God himself? It's a disgrace. The nobles are being humiliated left and right. That damn Nightshade and his collection of whorea are ruining everything we stand for.*
Mira Vale, standing a few steps behind Elowen, kept her expression professionally neutral, but inside she was practically glowing with excitement.
