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Chapter 1065: The Champion

“There! That’s Morning Light!”

A girl at the roadside pointed, and the crowd ignited.

“Where? Where is he?”

“The one in front — there!”

“He left his teaching post and I thought we’d never see him again—”

“He looked at me!”

“Come on, Mr. Eltek!”

Ferlin Eltek was still running the final stretch at a controlled pace, fatigue written plainly in his posture but not in his bearing — he was smiling back at the crowd, raising a hand to the students who had gathered to cheer him, utterly unruffled. His admirers were entirely undone by it.

Honey, riding on the back of Vader’s bicycle as it kept pace with the Border District runners, was already composing her article in her head.

Ferlin Eltek, widely known as Morning Light, now works in the General Staff Department. He was once the most beloved knight in the Western Region and then the most beloved intermediate teacher. He is apparently about to become the champion of the first National Sports Meeting. If that happens — what exactly do I write as a headline?

“‘Today, Thousands of Girls in Neverwinter Fell for a Man’ — what do you think?” she said aloud.

“Ugh,” Vader said, pedaling steadily. “Thousands of girls? Isn’t that exaggerated?”

Vader knew better than to underestimate Honey, small as she looked. She ran the Ministry of Public Relations and Communications, reported directly to the king, and was a close friend of Wendy, the Witch Union’s manager. He’d spent years at the bottom of a patrol team and had acquired a precise instinct for which hills were worth dying on. This was not one of them.

He had warmly accepted her request for a ride without hesitation. With Carter in the race, Vader was managing race security and acting on the Chief Knight’s behalf. An experienced officer understood the value of good information — and Honey’s birds could supply what no human patrol could match.

“Don’t worry about the details,” Honey said, smacking her lips. “Would you read the whole piece if you saw that headline?”

”…Yes,” Vader admitted.

“So that’s why.” She whistled cheerfully.

Then voices rose from the roadside ahead —

“The second runner — is he also very… handsome?”

“You noticed too? He might be even better-looking than Morning Light.”

“That’s Carter Lannis! The king’s own Chief Knight — see the royal emblem on his cloak!”

“He looks like he owes the entire city a debt—”

“You’re too young to understand. That kind of cold focus on a handsome man is very attractive.”

“He’s closing the gap — come on, Chief Knight!”

Carter Lannis had served in the old king’s city’s knightage, followed Prince Roland to Border Town, and been a founding member of Neverwinter. Scroll had assessed him as one of the favorites. He was living up to it — stride lengthening, distance to Ferlin shrinking visibly.

The crowd noise matched his advance.

Honey changed the headline in her notes.

Who Is the Final Winner? Two Handsome Men Battle for the Championship.


Carter had a burning sensation in his chest that had nothing to do with exertion.

The ribbon and the knight’s cloak had seemed weightless when he’d put them on this morning. Now they felt like ballast — the wind caught the cloak and pushed back, the ribbon dragged. He refused to remove them.

May had made them by hand.

He was going to cross the finish line in this outfit before Ferlin Eltek. That was fixed.

He’d heard things from the troupe members — pieces of the old story. Morning Light had been a fixture of the Western Region long before Prince Roland arrived. Everyone had assumed he and the Star of the Western Region were perfectly suited. May had apparently had feelings for him once. Ferlin had fallen in love with a new actress named Irene, and that was how it ended.

May had never mentioned it. Carter had never asked. But he held a grudge about it anyway.

What’s so remarkable about Morning Light?

She liked you because she hadn’t met me yet. That’s all.

He wanted to prove something specific, to this specific crowd, in front of this specific man. He drove himself harder.

Ferlin was half a step ahead. The finish line stand was visible now.

Now.

Someone behind him was accelerating.

Impossible. He and Ferlin had separated themselves from the field inside the first hour, gap widening steadily. No one who had held back deliberately could spring this late — sprinting burned far more than a steady pace, and any runner smart enough to conserve this long would have started their surge earlier.

He looked back.

A Mojin man was bearing down on him at a speed that made no sense. Dark skin, tattoos on his face — and on his head, a pair of wolf ears on a headband, with a strip of fur bouncing from his waist.

Is he… imitating a beast to draw on some kind of strength?

Carter’s entire nervous system disagreed with the thought and redirected the energy into his legs. He drove for the finish line as though something feral was behind him.

Ferlin, Carter, and Rohan crossed within a breath of one another. The spectators erupted.

The Chief Knight ran another fifty meters before he could stop, inertia carrying him forward. He turned back and looked up at the stand, still panting.

Roland Wimbledon was on his feet.

“Congratulations to everyone who completed the race!” The king’s voice rolled out from the loudspeakers. “The game isn’t over, but we have our top three. They are—”

Carter swallowed.

“Carter Lannis, finishing third.”

He closed his eyes.

Third. Still behind Morning Light.

“Rohan Burnflame, a Mojin man, finishing second.”

Roland paused. The crowd filled the silence with noise. Then the noise subsided.

“And the champion is Sunflower, from Longsong District! Let’s welcome her!”

The roar went up.

Carter, Ferlin, and Rohan stood with their mouths open.

On the roadside, Honey hopped off Vader’s bicycle. “Report’s done. Thank you.”

“Did you settle on the headline?” Vader asked.

“Yes.” She was already smiling. “I’ll just use the results directly.”

It was more than enough.

—Victory Day Games Concluded: Sunflower, Twenty Years Old, Takes First Place.

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