My interracial harem of beautiful queens-Chapter 195 Lost

Adam wasn't particularly impressed by the story they were trying to convey to him. He could already predict where it was going – their passionate love would eventually lead to the girl getting married, and the man would suffer and curse his weakness. Such stories were his least favorite.

Judging by what he saw, both of them had a passionate, devoted love that emanated from the depths of their hearts, no, from the depths of their very beings. Smiling at each other, they overcame obstacles together. However, with each passing year, Alexander fell further behind.

In the Holy Empire, knights were the most important, not mages. The latter was not well-liked at all, with purely magical practices being considered extremely cowardly and not deserving of attention. This made the man even more disappointed, as his primary talent was magic.

"What an amusing situation... he met the supposed fiancé of this young lady?" Adam muttered to himself, raising an eyebrow.

The location was as follows: it was sunset, with an orange hue decorating the endless sky, while at the intersection leading to the dormitory, three people stood. Alexander, Lily, and the man who was a new character in this melodrama.

"What an unusual meeting, gentlemen. I suppose you are the guy I've heard so much about?" The unknown guest began the conversation.

He was tall, about six feet, and his physique, although not particularly developed, exuded impressive magical energy. He had wheat-colored hair and green eyes. Undoubtedly, he was handsome, and he could be described as an "ikemen" from his appearance.

He appeared friendly, smiling beautifully and carefree, while every movement he made was filled with elegance. However, all of this was on the surface, as Adam felt negative emotions from this man – mockery, irritation, and sadism. He certainly didn't have good intentions toward Alexander.

"Who are you?" Alexander asked rudely, stepping forward and shielding Lily with his body, causing her to tremble like an autumn leaf as soon as she saw this man. Naturally, he didn't like her reaction, so he asked in such a tone, looking at his opponent with an irritated look.

"Rough, but I'm a patient man. Call me Klaus von Richard Barnalis, and nothing else. My father is the famous Holy Knight, and my family are barons. I'm pleased to meet you, Alexander," Klaus politely introduced himself and made a brief bow. Then, raising his head with a smirk, he looked at him without trying to hide his contempt. In a cold tone, he asked, "My carefree friend, do you know that it's extremely rude to revolve around a lady who has a partner? Your actions defile the efforts of our Lord, who wrote iron rules in his blood that we are obliged to follow."

"I haven't heard of such a thing. Moreover, why do you even call her your fiancée? Don't jump the gun!" Alexander retorted with clear annoyance, glaring at Klaus, who appeared unruffled.

It was a mental battle between a venomous snake and a furious tiger. And while it seemed to be a fairly serious problem for them, Adam observed this spectacle with clear boredom. The only thing that amused him was the name of this young man, who was somewhat similar to his acquaintance and a regular customer at the brothel.

If one were to make comparisons, this illusory Alexander was nothing more than a novice who couldn't assess his capabilities. Although Adam felt a slight sympathy for him because he continued to strive, even knowing that he couldn't offer proper resistance to Lily and Klaus.

"But such efforts only work in stories. What resistance can he provide with just willpower and determination? Undoubtedly, very little. Even the most powerful practitioners must yield to authority," Adam thought as he sat cross-legged.

By the way, from the outside, it looked amusing, considering that his body was semi-transparent, and he was floating in the air. However, it was helpful that no one could see him.

In any case, the drama ended earlier than Adam expected. Klaus just smiled and walked past, throwing a smirk toward the man and the woman as he left. There was a lot of malice and mockery hidden in that smirk, which even someone as clueless as Alexander could sense. Of course, the man didn't like it.

However, by the time he wanted to express his dissatisfaction, Klaus had long disappeared. He left only a smirk that firmly lodged itself in Alexander's mind, making him irritable and disappointed in himself. Now was the moment when it would be too difficult to turn everything back.

"It turns out to be quite amusing, to be honest," Adam thought, tilting his head. He smiled as he watched Alexander convince Lily to spend the night in his room. Watching these two head toward the men's dormitory, he muttered, "Klaus has already noticed that Lily has lost her virginity. And it seems he will use this opportunity to trouble her family."

What does it mean for a woman to lose her virginity before marriage? The end of everything. Her reputation and her future would be at risk. That's what Lily could expect in the future. Although she was aware of this fact, her decision to take this step made Adam nod with satisfaction, even though he undoubtedly considered it a foolish move.

"Though, it's not for me to judge them. I'm just a spectator, passing the time in this illusion until I find a way to leave here," he muttered, cracking his neck and looking back.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal against metal echoed throughout the arena. Suddenly, the scene from the intersection of the dormitories turned into some kind of competition, where Klaus and Alexander were battling with swords in leather armor.

It was like a special lesson where they needed to showcase themselves. In the spectator seats, extravagantly dressed people, who were likely aristocrats, sat, coming to observe the progress of their children.

"Hah!"

Alexander let out an indistinct sound and swung his knight's sword, attempting to attack horizontally after feinting an attack to the left. However, this bluff didn't work, as Klaus easily parried the strike, which could have passed through his right side.

"Heh!" Klaus chuckled and, using his strength, pushed Alexander back.

Stepping back, Alexander struggled to regain his balance when an immediate counterattack struck. This time, the assault came from above, and all he could see was the glow of the sword. However, following his instincts and intuition, he managed to lean backward to avoid the strike, though he found himself in a precarious position.

"Hya!"

After a brief scream, Klaus struck at Alexander's legs, forcing him to assume a bridge-like posture, which ultimately led to him being thrown onto the ground. In his vulnerable position, Alexander had no choice but to use magic to dodge Klaus's strikes.

But he wasn't the only one thinking about using magic.

"Rejoice, oh sinful world. May the Lord bless me with His strength, and I shall gain the power to vanquish my enemy."

The incantation was long and pompous, but the effect was astonishing. Alexander had managed to rise slightly when suddenly his body was slammed to the ground as if gravity had increased several times. Chains appeared around his limbs, restraining his movements.

Swoosh!

The wind whistled as Klaus's blade struck the ground near Alexander's cheek, and the white glow enveloping the blade left a shallow scratch from which blood began to trickle. Bending forward, Klaus shaded his head from the sun, allowing Alexander to see his opponent's face, which bore a mocking and cunning expression.

"You did well, Alexander. But your main problem lies in the absence of skills and talent, you understand?" Klaus muttered so that no one would hear. He shifted to a whisper and said, "Oh, by the way, you can't avoid the engagement now. Besides, you can expect some tough times ahead. The Rose family, your beloved's family, will come after you."

"What..."

"Good luck~"

Clap, clap, clap!

Applause rang out, loud enough to make small stones on the platform tremble slightly. Alexander lay on the ground, while blood slowly flowed from the cut on his cheek. The audience praised Klaus's skills, expressing their respect for the Barnalis family.

As for his opponent, Alexander, everyone had completely forgotten about him. Or rather, no one tried to remember him. Throughout the battle, he hadn't shown any satisfying skills, which quickly disappointed the aristocrats, causing them to lose interest.

This was the difference in power, talent, and origin. No one would remember an ant accidentally crushed. That was the fate of the weak in this mad world of strength.

And naturally, Adam observed all of this. Like the others, he didn't place much hope in young Alexander. He regarded it more as a foolish show. Although there was a significant difference between Adam's opinion and the public's perception. He didn't consider Alexander entirely useless.

"My boy, your problem lies in the initial choice of your path. You will never become a knight because you don't try hard enough. You're better suited to be a mage," he muttered, stretching even though he didn't need it. After looking at the lone Alexander lying on the ground as the audience left, he only smirked, "There are many fools in the world, but following the herd's opinion makes you the chief fool. If you had used your magic from the start, this smug fellow would have been reduced to a pancake."

Magic is potent. Magic is all-powerful. Adam shared the view that magic is the primary force in this world, and you should rely on it primarily, especially when you have the talent for it. Dreams like, "I wanted to become a knight," can be set aside.

When times are tough and you're under pressure from all sides, you must turn to what you have a talent for. What's a dream during a war? Just an empty shell. And in the war for your love, our hero, Alexander, alas...

Lost.

In the next scene...

Adam pressed his lips together when he heard the solemn music. They were in a church, or to be more precise, a small room where Lily sat in front of a mirror, adjusting her wedding dress. Her eyes were lifeless, and her expression indicated that she had lost the meaning of her life.

"..."

This was the price of a single defeat.

To be continued...