The higher gallery was bathed in the golden light of the late afternoon sun. The air was thick with the scent of victory, perfume, and the faint metallic tang of mana residue from the previous duels. Aiden sat like a king on his seat, surrounded by his wives.

Suddenly, two familiar figures appeared at the top of the stairs, breathing heavily.

Kee and Mee had finally arrived.

All eyes turned toward them at once.

Kee was still panting, hands resting on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. His uniform was slightly disheveled from the rush, his hair messy, but his usual playful grin was already forming on his lips.

The wives smiled nervously toward the new arrivals, a mix of amusement and fondness on their faces.

Nayla licked her lips, still comfortably perched on Aiden’s thigh. "Mmm... how sweet. The little brother and sister rushing back to see the fights... and us."

Ela said, sitting beside Liana, "Um... welcome back, you two. I hope you’re both feeling better now."

Kee grinned, trying to play it cool even with Liana glued to his arm. "We’re fine. The nurse was strict, but we convinced her we were okay."

Mee nodded quietly, still a little red. "We didn’t want to miss the rest of the duels."

"We left as fast as that nurse allowed us to go," Kee said, looking up at the group with a tired but bright smile.

Mee nodded in agreement beside him, her cheeks still a little flushed from running.

Liana’s face lit up instantly like a firework. "Onii-chan! Here... here!" She called excitedly, patting the empty seat beside her aggressively with both hands.

"Yeah..." Kee replied.

Kee and Mee made their way over. Kee sat down beside Liana, while Mee took the seat right next to him.

Before Kee could even make himself comfortable, Liana latched onto his arm like a possessive puppy. She rested her head on his forearm, her hair brushing against his skin as her fingers gently traced the black marks on his arm with tender care.

"Onii-chan... I missed you so much," she whispered, voice sweet and slightly whiny, pressing her cheek more firmly against him. Her generous breasts squished softly against his bicep as she hugged his arm tighter.

Mee sighed dramatically from Kee’s other side, crossing her arms. "You are hopeless..."

Kee grinned mischievously toward Mee. "Well... I didn’t miss her at all. I was very comfortable watching the fights from the infirmary." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Mee instantly looked away, her cheeks burning bright red. "Idiot..." she whispered to herself, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward despite her attempt to stay annoyed.

Liana pouted cutely, hugging Kee’s arm even tighter as she started whining. "You’re so mean, Onii-chan! I was worried about you the whole time!"

Liana nuzzled closer to Kee’s arm, her voice turning playful again. "Onii-chan... Did you see my fight? Wasn’t I so cool?"

Kee chuckled, patting her head with his free hand. "Yeah, yeah. You were."

Mee rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her small smile. "You’re too soft on her, Kee."

Before the conversation could continue, the naughty energy between Liana, Kee, and Mee began to escalate again.

Liana shifted even closer, pressing her soft breasts more firmly against Kee’s arm. Her fingers traced slow, teasing circles on his black marks, occasionally brushing higher up his bicep. "Onii-chan... your arm feels so warm. I missed this so much while you were gone..."

Kee’s breath hitched slightly, but he kept his grin. "Huh?"

Liana pouted, then leaned up and whispered something into his ear. Kee’s eyes widened for a second before he coughed, trying to play it off.

Mee noticed and narrowed her eyes. "What did she just say to you?"

Liana giggled innocently. "Nothing~ Just telling Onii-chan how much I missed him... and maybe asking if he wants to sit even closer later."

Mee blushed harder, but instead of pulling away, she leaned in from Kee’s other side, her smaller but perky chest pressing against his shoulder. "He was with me the whole time, you know..."

Kee found himself sandwiched between the two girls, both of them subtly pressing against him. Liana’s hand continued tracing patterns on his arm, occasionally squeezing his bicep, while Mee’s fingers lightly brushed his other hand under the cover of their bodies.

Liana leaned in again, whispering hotly into Kee’s ear, "Onii-chan... when we get back to our dorm, can I sit on your lap like this again? But... without clothes this time?"

Kee choked on air. "L-Liana!"

Mee, not wanting to be outdone, whispered from the other side, her voice shy but determined, "I... I wouldn’t mind if you held me too... just for a little while."

Suddenly, Aiden turned his head slightly and pressed his index finger to his lips, signaling them to be quiet. His gaze was calm but left no room for argument — a silent command that carried the weight of his authority.

Both Liana and Mee yelped softly. Mee hugged Kee’s other arm tightly. The three of them nodded in unison like scolded children, falling silent immediately.

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The colosseum rang with a mix of cheers and murmurs as the next contestants stepped onto the central platform.

Luna Nightshade stood on one side, her wolf ears perked high and tail wagging with unrestrained excitement. She had long, silky jade-black hair and a few loose strands framing her pretty face. Her striking blue eyes sparkled with joy and confidence. The academy uniform hugged her voluptuous figure perfectly — the white collared shirt and red blazer straining against her massive, heavy breasts, the pleated red skirt riding high on her thick, smooth thighs, and black thigh-high stockings with ornate gold lace tops accentuating her powerful legs. She bounced lightly on her toes, full of energy, clearly thrilled for the fight.

Opposite her stood Elara Voss.

Elara was the picture of cold, aristocratic beauty. Her long, flowing white hair cascaded down her back like liquid moonlight, framing a sharp, haughty face with piercing, icy-blue eyes and full, pouty lips curled into a superior smirk. She carried herself with arrogant confidence, looking down on Luna with open disdain. Her academy uniform was stretched scandalously tight across her voluptuous figure — the white collared blouse and red blazer clinging to her massive, heavy breasts and toned midriff, the pleated red skirt riding high on her thick, smooth thighs, and black thigh-high stockings with ornate gold lace tops accentuating her long legs. A flowing red cape draped dramatically over one shoulder, billowing slightly with every movement.

The entire colosseum erupted into cheers the moment both girls were in position.

The noble section was especially loud this time.

"Finally! The Voss are stepping up!"

"The strongest noble family will show these mudbloods their place!"

"Elara will crush that wolf whore!"

"Voss blood will restore order!"

"Show that Nightshade mutt what real nobility looks like!"

The commoners cheered just as loudly for Luna.

"Go Nightshade! Show her what a real fighter looks like!"

"Nightshade! Win for us!"

"Make the noble cry!"

Luna looked back toward the high gallery one last time, her blue eyes sparkling as she waved excitedly at Aiden and the others.

Elara, however, turned her head toward her older twin brother Elarion. Their eyes met. Elarion smiled softly at her, full of quiet affection. Elara blushed faintly, a rare soft expression crossing her face for a brief second.

Then she looked back at Luna, and the blush vanished instantly, replaced by cold arrogance.

Elara smirked, flipping her white hair over one shoulder.

"So, wolf girl from the Nightshade harem," Elara said, voice dripping with mockery. "A filthy mudblood who spreads her legs for that commoner. How pathetic. I’ll be the one to show you — and that worthless trash you call a husband — exactly where you belong. Aiden Nightshade is nothing but a filthy peasant playing at being a lord. His entire family is a joke. He’ll never be anything more than a bug under noble boots. And you? You’re just his favorite bitch in heat."

Luna’s ears twitched. She remained excited, but her blue eyes narrowed slightly as Elara continued insulting Aiden.

Luna grinned, her roasting skills kicking in immediately.

"Wow, you talk a lot for someone whose family name is the only thing keeping you relevant," Luna shot back cheerfully. "And calling Master a peasant? That’s rich coming from someone whose greatest achievement is being born with a fancy last name. At least Master earned everything he has. You were just handed a silver spoon and still can’t stop crying about it."

Elara’s smirk faltered for a second, but she quickly recovered, voice turning venomous.

"You think your little wolf tricks will save you? I’ll freeze you solid and shatter you like the worthless mutt you are. And when I’m done with you, I’ll make sure your precious ’Master’ watches his entire fake empire crumble. He’s a disgrace to every true noble house. A commoner who dares touch real power deserves nothing but pain."

Luna’s tail stopped wagging. Her expression turned serious, blue eyes flashing with anger.

"You can insult me all you want," Luna said, voice low and dangerous, "but the moment you insult Master... you’ll regret it. Deeply."

Luna’s body began to shift. Her fangs grew longer and sharper, glinting in the sunlight. Her claws extended, becoming longer and more deadly. A faint aura of wolf-like power radiated from her as she entered her Half-Beast Form, ears standing taller, muscles subtly more defined under her uniform.

Elara smirked, ice crystals already forming around her fingertips, ready to unleash her signature ice powers.

From the announcer’s stand, Elowen Voss’s sharp, authoritative voice rang out across the entire colosseum.

"Begin!"

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END OF Chapter : 318 : FAMILIAR FIGURES!

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