Chapter 352
It remains to be seen who will ultimately win the championship.
"Second place—is~~~~"
"Noa— "
Upon hearing this, the King of Rolls and the Little Sea Dragon girl felt a sudden tremor in their hearts.
Even Leon and Losweiser in the audience were sweating profusely.
Claudia crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair, and elegantly crossed her legs, seemingly in no hurry at all.
"Noa, who do you think will come in second place?"
Noon (1) ⑦⑧ 8 Ling wept for 6 billion "...
Leon, sitting in the audience, was speechless. He turned and asked, "Can I go up there and stab this teacher to death with a thousand birds?"
Losweiser silently rubbed her forehead, "Just bear with it, just bear with it, okay?"
Amidst the audience's gasps, the judges also put away their playful attitude and spoke seriously.
"The final champion will be decided between Noa's group and Vivian's group."
"The two sides' works are completely different in type and style."
"Noa's group aims to express the idea of 'breaking free from worldly views and bravely pursuing the life one desires,' a very serious topic, yet it also contains many humorous and entertaining moments, demonstrating the profound skill of the actors, screenwriter, and director."
"The core ideas brought by Vivian are more deeply rooted in life. The main plot is about how a lowly Dragon Race lives an ordinary yet extraordinary life. This is a true reflection of most of us."
So, in this clash of ideas, which one prevails?
The judges turned to the last page of the letter.
The champion's name is on it.
She smiled and her gaze slowly settled on the girl Vivian.
Vivian sat up straight, her eyes filled with joy and anticipation.
However...
The judges, however, eventually looked at the person next to her—
Congratulations to Noa K. Melkwy and her screenwriter Helena Poseidon!
The hearts of hundreds of people at the scene, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled with this final announcement.
Noa breathed a sigh of relief, her little face even turning a little red.
Helena hugged her and nuzzled her cheek, "Noa, we won! We won!"
"Yes, we... won."
The audience members stood up and applauded.
Noa looked at the crowd and listened to the deafening applause, and suddenly remembered what her Dad had said to her before the performance began:
"Did you hear that applause, Noa? It was all for you."
This once again proves that her Dad would never lie to her.
"Congratulations, Noa!"
Vivian and the other junior directors from the group all came forward to congratulate her.
"Oh my god! Why Mom your Daddy such good actors?! I'm totally blown away!"
"That blue-haired lady has a great presence too; I almost thought she was a professional actress."
"Just you wait, Noa, I'll definitely surpass you next time!"
The young dragons gathered together, praising each other and setting goals for one another. There wasn't much scheming or backstabbing; after all, friendship comes first, competition second.
After a brief celebration, it was time for a photo session.
All the actors from Noa's group took to the stage, and the principal, vice-principal, and judges gave them a lot of face, standing with them for a group photo.
Leon glanced at the vice principal beside him, quietly leaned closer, and whispered,
"Vice Principal, we got first place because you gave us all the points, right?"
"No, Mr. Leon, Principal Olet anticipated that I would let my personal feelings interfere, so she deliberately invalidated my score."
"The principal is truly righteous!"
In other words, everyone got first place this time through their own abilities.
"Hmm, I feel relieved now, "Leon thought to himself.
After the group photo, Leon picked up Noa and showered his eldest daughter with affection.
At that moment, Claudia walked over from the side.
"Are you free, Leon?"
Leon, holding Noa, turned around. "What's wrong?"
Claudia raised her hand and waved the camera in her hand. "I want to take a photo of you and Losweiser alone, just the three of us."
Leon was taken aback and turned to look at Losweiser beside him.
Losweiser shrugged, indicating that it was no problem.
"Okay, let's go."
Leon bent down to put Noa down, then stood with Losweiser and Claudia.
Claudia raised her camera and snapped a picture.
"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."
The beautiful young woman looked down at the preview photo in the camera and nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm, not bad."
Upon seeing this, the couple exchanged a glance, somewhat puzzled.
"Daddy Mom, let's go out for barbecue tonight to celebrate!"
Mu En jogged over, and Leon bent down and picked her up, saying, "Little glutton, all you know is food."
Hehe~ Eat up, eat up~
"Okay, let's go out for barbecue tonight."
The Saint Hiss Academy Drama Competition has officially concluded.
But at the same time, far away in the Human Empire, the prelude to another 'drama' is slowly being unveiled...
Empire, Fusion Art Laboratory.
In the vast underground space, more than a dozen top members of the Royal Sorcerer Group gathered, ready to witness a historic moment together with the Empire's Chief Steward Ailandi.
"Lord Ailandi, I assure you, this Fusion Art even more perfect than before," a warlock said respectfully.
Ailandi stood with his hands behind his back, staring expressionlessly at the dragon-headed monster in the huge incubation chamber in front of him.
He remained silent, while the sorcerer beside him continued his eloquent speech.
"This time, the fusion of dangerous species we chose has a very high compatibility with the Dragon Race, so both the use of magic and the coordination of the body are far superior to the first time."
Although Ailandi's knowledge of magic was not as great as these professional sorcerers, at least in terms of appearance, Constantine this time was much more harmonious than the previous "hybrid" one.
At least it's clear that it's a fusion product with "dragon" as its main element.
Seeing that Ailandi still looked solemn, the warlock's mind stirred slightly, and he then brought up the question that the steward was most concerned about.
"My lord, the newborn Constantine will become the Empire's most powerful biological weapon."
The strongest.
A flicker of emotion crossed Ailandi's indifferent face.
The simple word "strongest" stirred up some memories for him.
A few years ago, the empire also had a man who was known as the "strongest".
During the most intense period of the Human-Dragon War, he almost single-handedly broke the deadlock, and for the first time, the scales of victory tipped in favor of humanity.
No one can deny his power, and of course, no one is unafraid of his terrifying strength.
At that time, everyone thought that this epic battle would end with this man's overwhelming dominance.
But...
The Empire does not need—or rather, cannot—end this war so quickly.
This is not actually a racial conflict, but simply a huge and complex chessboard.
But that man was a disobedient pawn.
This piece killed Constantine in front of Ailandi, signifying the arrival of a third player in this game.
Ailandi was ordered to get rid of him, but all these years later, the guy is still alive and kicking.
This is infuriating!
Ailandi's memories softened his expression slightly.
The sorcerer beside him seized upon this fleeting emotional fluctuation and continued to claim credit.
"My lord, the reborn Constantine is more than enough to surpass Leon Casmod."
The man's name felt like a foreign object stuck in Ailandi's throat; if it were him, he truly wouldn't be able to say it so easily.
Fortunately, the warlock spoke for him, and only then did Ailandi slowly turn his head to look at him, his tone slightly displeased.
"I remember you went into this Fusion Art with the goal of killing Leon last time, but what happened in the end?"
"Leon not only didn't die, he also destroyed all of our Heart-protecting Dragon Scale."
This incident is simply the biggest stain on Ailandi and heroic life.
All the Heart-protecting Dragon Scale I'd painstakingly accumulated over half my life were destroyed by that BYD Casmod.
When the King learned of this, he almost killed Ailandi by chopping him to pieces.
If it weren't for Queen Elizabeth pleading on his behalf, Ailandi would probably be exiled to some godforsaken place to grow vegetables by now.
Therefore, Ailandi has always held a grudge about this.
The warlock quickly explained, "What happened last time was indeed unexpected. Who could have imagined that shameless Leon would actually plant Lightning magic in the Heart-protecting Dragon Scale? We—"
"Alright, I don't want to hear your endless explanations."
Ailandi raised his hand to stop them, "Without the Heart-protecting Dragon Scale this time, are you sure Constantine's power will be stronger than last time?"
"Yes, sir, because you specifically permitted us to use the Primal Power this time."
The warlock said, "That is a power far greater than the Heart-protecting Dragon Scale. For the Dragon Race, it is a treasure left by their ancestors, and no Dragon Race can refuse this power."
"The Primal Power is also the result of the Empire's many years of work, and it is extremely rare. The 'Sharp Knife' trio has begun to try to merge with the Primal Power."
"So if Constantine fails again, the Empire doesn't have enough Primal Power for you to make a third attempt, understand?" Ailandi said.
The sorcerer bowed. "Yes, sir."
Ailandi withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
He looked toward Constantine in the incubation chamber.
The Dragon-headed behemoth had its eyes slightly closed, and bubbles inside the chamber rose rhythmically.
The sorcerers busied themselves, adjusting various spells and materials.
After a while, Ailandi became a little impatient.
When will it be finished?
Despite putting considerable pressure on the warlocks on the surface, Ailandi still held Constantine in high regard.
Ah, it's less about "being optimistic" and more about "making a bet".
He staked almost all of the empire's high-level resources on Constantine this time.
Having lost all its Heart-protecting Dragon Scale, it now pours its remaining Primal Power onto them.
If he fails again, even if Queen Elizabeth is his godmother, she may not be able to save him.