The warm-up performance began in the center of the arena, with young circus performers showcasing incredible skills on horseback, earning rounds of cheers from the audience.

Frey and his friends clapped along while betting on which rider might embarrass themselves by falling off their horse, but unfortunately, none did.

Just as the atmosphere of the venue peaked, a long horn suddenly sounded.

Upon hearing that majestic sound, the energy in the arena was pushed to its pinnacle, with almost everyone standing up simultaneously, tiptoeing and craning their necks toward the main entrance of the arena.

"It's Marshal Laco Aber!"

"Look quickly! There's Prince Colin too!"

Frey paused upon hearing this, quickly grabbing his binoculars, like a soldier following orders, and looked in the direction of everyone's gaze.

The arena's main entrance slowly opened, revealing two distinguished figures entering from the doorway and walking through the wide aisle to the special seats above the arena.

This knight tournament was organized by Marshal Laco Aber as a coming-of-age ceremony for his son, and one of the individuals was naturally Marshal Laco himself.

He wore a light blue military uniform, draped in a crimson cloak, adorned with sparkling medals on his chest, his expression stern and composed, exuding an aura of admiration with every gesture.

Accompanying this marshal was the currently popular Prince Colin!

He was draped in a deep purple cloak, exuding an elegant and composed demeanor, with handsome features, showing grace and nobility in every move, and responding with gentle smiles to the citizens who directed their gaze at him.

Thunderous applause and cheers echoed throughout the arena, half for the marshal, half for the prince.

Frey's eyes widened, his heartbeat involuntarily quickened upon seeing that face, and he whispered, "Look! Prince Colin is here too!"

The friends around him immediately grew excited upon hearing this.

The young men, disregarding social status, reached out and scrambled for the binoculars, eager to catch a glimpse of the prince's presence.

...

Amidst the applause and cheers from the Holy City Citizens, Prince Colin and Marshal Laco slowly settled into their seats in the special seating area.

Loyal Imperial Soldiers stood behind them, their upright postures resembling sculptures.

Marshal Laco first glanced around the venue, then directed his gaze toward Colin by his side, speaking with a tone filled with satisfaction.

"... My son has been full of admiration for your legendary deeds upon hearing about them. I still remember when I told him that you would be attending his coming-of-age ceremony, he was excited for an entire day. Regarding this matter, I must thank you for gracing us with your presence."

Luo Yan responded with a faint smile and humility.

"Your Excellency, you are too kind. Your child is a pillar of the empire, and his coming-of-age ceremony is naturally a significant event for the empire. As a subject of His Majesty the Emperor, it's only right for me to offer my congratulations. Moreover, it's an opportunity for me to become acquainted with the younger generation of the empire."

Marshal Laco nodded in appreciation, laughed heartily, and picked up the cup from the table.

"Your Highness is truly modest, allow me to toast to you!"

Luo Yan likewise picked up his cup and clinked it lightly against his.

"Please also allow me to toast to you... to honor the marshal defending the empire's glory, may your sword always be sharp!"

As they clinked cups, the circus performance in the arena reached its climax.

The audience seated in the circular stands erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers, as if all the glory of the Holy City was focused on this grand venue at that moment, with all of it being shared by the two most distinguished guests in the special seating area.

Frey stared intently at the special seating, his gaze full of envy and yearning.

That was the nobility he imagined—

Sadly, his father never managed to leave that destitute and rundown small town his entire life, and he could only sit here, enviously observing the lives of others.

The applause gradually subsided, and the horn sounded again.

The east gate of the arena slowly opened, and a young knight atop a horse gracefully entered the field.

The spectators inside held their breath in attention, their gazes collectively focusing on the main character of today's celebration.

That was Marshal Laco's youngest son, Arthur Aber, riding a tall and handsome pure white steed.

He wore specially made Silver Knight Armor, with the Aber family's iconic Black Iron Eagle embroidered on his shoulder, and a face of youthful yet steadfast resolve underneath the helmet.

That young face brimmed with confidence and pride, though from a closer look, nervousness flickered behind those eyes.

This was his first step into adulthood—showcasing the spirit and valor of the Aber family's descendants before the Holy City Citizens!

Frey watched Arthur from the stands, his eyes filled with jealousy, unable to help himself from saying with a humph.

"Look at that kid, never having to worry about food and clothing in his lifetime, just relying on his father's name to have everything... Tch, I don't know what he has to be so proud of."

The friends nearby exchanged glances, faces slightly fearful, unwilling to respond or knowing how to respond.

Frey pursed his lips, diverted his gaze from the showy kid to examine those excited enough to cause a stir among the girls on the stands.

In the special seating box.

Marshal Laco watched his child, his usually intimidating face revealing a rare soft smile.

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