Didn't Plan to Become a Companion (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 89

Walter turned around with a composed expression. After that, the players he led easily won that match.

Since it was a single-elimination contest, it didn’t take long for all twenty-four houses to finish their matches.

By the time the sun—once blazing so fiercely that even the canopy overhead offered no relief—had lost some of its intensity, the finals of the Palium tournament began.

As if it were preordained, only the three ducal houses remained, and House Paquin advanced to the final by walkover. Yet Paquin declared his withdrawal right then and there.

Raising both hands, he spoke with his characteristic ease, saying it would be foolish to fight whichever house emerged victorious.

Because of that, Chaplin and Rochester were left to compete in the final match.

People couldn’t easily predict the outcome. Walter was so exceptional that they couldn’t understand why he hadn’t participated until now.

Two white stallions led the way as the knights of House Chaplin entered the arena first. Soon after, the knights of House Rochester appeared, mounted on black steeds.

The fully black-armored knights reminded me of the Rochester knights who had come to Resotia to fetch me that day.

Banners bearing each house’s crest fluttered on either side of the field. Could a mere sporting event meant to foster goodwill among nobles really feel this grave?

“Huh…? But why are there four of them?”

Before Sabrina could even finish her sentence, I quickly looked up toward the royal dais. The Emperor was frowning deeply as he spoke with the High Priest, and neither the Saintess nor Ricardo was in sight.

At that moment, an enormous roar filled the arena.

“Rica…rdo?”

Seeing him approach from afar atop a black steed, I momentarily forgot how to breathe. The horse’s gait was so elegant and imposing that it instantly captivated everyone’s attention. His mere presence sent ripples through the crowd.

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