They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 152: He's here for her?

Chapter 152: He's here for her?

And yet, she had never cacross a single reference to Prigrian.

The whispers grew frantic.

“Prigrian?

Is that a joke?

That place isn’t real.” “How is it possible?

Not even the most powerful scholars know about them!” “First Riverum, now Prigrian?

What is happening tonight?” The four major princes, already shaken by Carl's appearance, exchanged glances

filled with barely concealed excitement.

Their stiff, reserved expressions had cracked completely, because this?

This was a legend walking into reality before their very eyes.

Then, the doors opened once more.

If the entrance of Prince Carl had been commanding, this was something else entirely.

A procession of men walked in first, their dark, fitted coats adorned with delicate yet complex engravings that

shimmered under the ballroom lights.

Their movements were fluid, their presence almost ghost like, unshakable, silent, intimidating.

And then, at the center of it all, he walked in.

Prince Arthur.

Or as Nnenna had once known him, Four.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The sman she had spent months helping.

The sman she had seen at his weakest, struggling to regain the function of his legs after an injury that had

nearly cost him everything.

The sman she had played chess with, sparred in verbal battles with, and, though she hadn’t admitted it to

herself before, had grown to care for.

And the sman who had left.

Without a word.

Without a goodbye.

Without even acknowledging the friendship they had built.

The sight of him now, standing tall and powerful, his posture completely different from the slightly vulnerable

man she had once known, sent a strange mix of emotions rushing through her, shock, confusion, and something

dangerously close to betrayal.

Because she had thought they were friends.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

Somto, standing next to her, let out a low dangerous laugh.

“He chuh.” She turned to him sharply.

“You knew?” Somto’s frown was obvious.

“No, | didn’t know he was coming.

But it would be very easy if he wanted to.” Her chest tightened, but she didn’t respond.

Because right now, as Prince Arthur walked forward, his golden eyes scanning the crowd before locking onto hers

with an unreadable expression She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this reunion.

Seeing the distinguished guests, King Ikechukwu’s sharp gaze immediately shifted to the housekeeper, his

displeasure evident.

How could such monumental arrivals have gone unannounced?

However, as the housekeeper met his gaze with a helpless expression, the king realized that even he had been

caught off guard.

The housekeeper bowed his head slightly in silent apology, he hadn't known on teither.

The guests had not given him any notice, nor had they allowed tfor an official introduction.

And truly, who was he to stop two legendary figures from entering as they pleased?

Understanding that he could not afford to let his emotions cloud this rare and prestigious moment, King

Ikechukwu quickly composed himself.

His steps were swift yet dignified as he advanced toward the two men and their entourage.

Their presence alone carried an air of power that commanded attention.

Whispers rippled through the ballroom, a mixture of awe and disbelief spreading like wildfire among the guests.

The royal families, with the exception of Somto, instinctively followed king lkechukwu, their expressions varying

from curiosity to admiration.

Even Nnenna, who was still unhappy with the two men followed along since it was her duty as a princess.

As they moved closer, murmurs and gasps filled the room “Is this really happening?” “Their kingdoms never

bother to attend such a low class grand ball!” “I never thought | would see them in my lifetime...” “Two great

legends in one place... this is beyond imagination!” The grandeur of their presence, coupled with the mystery

surrounding their lands, left even the most composed dignitaries in stunned silence.

As the royal family approached, King Ikechukwu extended his hands in greeting, his regal composure returning.

“Prince Carl of Riverum.

Prince Arthur of Prigrian.

Your presence in our kingdom is an honor beyond words.

We welcyou with the highest respect.” “I'm sure,” Prince Carl, also known as Ikenna, replied coldly, his tone

devoid of any warmth.

He hadn't forgotten how these people had treated Nnenna at the hospital, so he saw no reason to extend even

the most basic courtesy.

His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the one person he was truly here for.

Then, he spotted her.

Nnenna stood at the far end of the hall, partially hidden, no, deliberately pushed back, by her sister.

His expression darkened slightly.

Finally, a familiar face.

But why was she being treated this way?

He didn’t see the point in wasting his texchanging pleasantries with people who didn’t matter.

If the person he had cfor hadn't even spoken with him yet, what was the use?

Without another word, he stepped forward, his imposing presence parting the crowd as he moved.

As he walked, whispers filled the room.

“Is he heading towards the First Princess?” “Could it be that the legend himself is impressed by her?” Gasps and

murmurs spread like wildfire, but Ikenna paid them no mind.

They didn’t understand.

He wasn’t here for the First Princess.

His steps were deliberate, unwavering.

He moved with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

And at that moment, his focus was solely on Nnenna.

“But the first princess is not worthy of him!” “There are so many royals here and abroad, far more beautiful and

accomplished than her.” The murmurs rippled through the crowd, but as they watched Prince Carl continue

walking toward Ebere, they hesitated.

Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, after all.

Perhaps there was something more to this.

Slowly, the guests turned their attention to King lkechukwu, salready offering their silent congratulations.

Others, without considering the facts, simply assumed the inevitable, Prince Carl was here for the First Princess.

Queen Chioma was already swelling with pride.

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