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

Chapter 187: Narcissism Chapter 187: Narcissism Were they hearing the sthing she was?

Prince Carl, who had barely spoken to her even once, was now vouching for her?

Not only that, he was creating an opportunity for her to fight?

“What is going on?” she whispered to herself.

She glanced at Carl, trying to understand.

Had he mistaken her for someone else?

Had he heard rumors and assumed she was stronger than she actually was?

Because if she was being honest with herself, she had no confidence in defeating Asher.

Gigangum'’s first prince was a monster in battle, and even though she had trained for this competition, it was

nowhere near the level needed to face someone like him.

And yet... Carl believed in her.

It was an odd, unfamiliar feeling.

No one had ever placed this kind of trust in her abilities before, not even her own family.

And now, a prince from another kingdom had done it in front of the entire arena.

A warmth spread through her chest, drowning out the fear creeping up her spine.

If someone like Carl thought she was strong, then she had to prove it.

She had to at least try.

She couldn't disgrace him.

Unknowingly, a small smile formed on her lips.

Meanwhile, her family reacted in different ways.

Her parents exchanged looks, surprised but not opposed.

Her siblings were equally confused.

“Since when did Prince Carl care about Ebere?” one of them muttered.

“Has he even spoken to her before?” another asked.

They all tried to remember, but the answer was clear, no, he had not.

So why now?

Why would Prince Carl, a man who had never once acknowledged Ebere’s existence, suddenly create an

opportunity for her to shine?

Asher scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked toward Ebere with clear disdain.

“Why do people keep sending princesses to do things they aren't meant to do?” His voice was laced with

arrogance, and his words carried an unmistakable jab, not just at Ebere, but at another princess who had already

faced the scrutiny of the crowd.

His gaze flickered briefly toward Nnenna, making it painfully obvious who he was referring to.

The arena grew tense.

A ripple of murmurs spread through the audience as Asher’s words reminded everyone of the previous day’s

shocking match, Nnenna'’s victory over Prince Minjun.

At first, the spectators had been awed.

But then... rumors started to spread.

Somehow, whispers had begun to circulate, claiming that Nnenna had cheated to win against Minjun.

No one knew where the rumors had originated, but once the seed of doubt was planted, it quickly took root.

Even those who had seen the race with their own eyes, who had watched Minjun lose and Nnenna cross the

finish line victorious, began to waver in their belief.

“Maybe she really did cheat...?” a voice murmured in the stands.

“It would make sense.

A princess defeating a prince in horse riding?

Unheard of.” “Exactly.

And it's not like anyone could prove she didn’t.” “Her win was suspicious from the start.

The real question is, how did she manage to pull it off?” Though there had been no solid proof of wrongdoing,

and despite the fact that Minjun himself had been the one accused of trickery during the fight, people still found

it easier to believe that a princess had cheated rather than accept that she had won fair and square.

And now, as Asher voiced his opinion, the murmurs turned into agreement.

“He's right.

Why are these princesses being sent into battles they clearly don’t belong in?” “Exactly!

And when they lose, they'll probably just claim it wasn’t fair or, worse, they’ll cheat again.” More and more

people nodded, completely ignoring the fact that their accusations had no basis.

They weren't thinking logically, they were following the easiest conclusion, one that fit their expectations.

Ebere clenched her fists as murmurs continued around her.

It was infuriating.

All because of Nnenna, people doubted princesses now.

If only she had just stayed in her lane the day before, no one would be questioning whether she was worthy of

competing.

Now, when she finally had a golden opportunity to prove herself, she might lose it before she even had the

chance to step onto the stage.

She turned towards Prince Carl, hoping he would say something to shut these people up, to reaffirm her right to

fight.

But his eyes weren't on her.

In fact, he wasn’t even acknowledging her existence.

Ebere frowned.

Who was he looking at?

His gaze seemed fixed just beside her.

Confused, she turned her head slightly.

That was when she remembered.

The only person sitting beside her... was Nnenna.

Her annoyance doubled instantly.

Why?

Why was he looking at her sister and not her?

What was so special about Nnenna that even now, with all eyes on her, Carl still wasn’t paying attention to her

but instead, to the very girl who had ruined everything in the first place?

Ebere deliberately shifted her body, blocking her sister from view as she continued signaling Carl, determined to

make him acknowledge her.

It took a few moments, but then, finally, he spoke again.

“I believe that the match should be held,” Carl's voice rang through the arena, clear and unwavering.

“Princesses are more than capable of what their male counterparts can do, at least most things.

My friend's sister alone is more than capable of leading an entire army to war, and his father doesn’t even have

to worry about her.” He glanced at Nnenna through Ebere briefly, hoping she would agree before continuing, “So

yes, she will compete if she wants to.” The murmurs in the crowd swelled.

Swere still skeptical, but others nodded in agreement.

After all, the royal families trained both their sons and daughters in combat.

Was it really so impossible?

Ebere smiled, relief flooding through her.

She knew Carl's words carried weight.

With him openly backing her, there was no way they could take this opportunity away from her now.

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