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

Chapter 213: Back Door Achievements Chapter 213: Back Door Achievements Nnenna barely spared the girl a

glance.

“One of the princesses from the ball, princess Lora.” Somto looked like he was about to ask more, but Carl

interrupted.

“Can we leave before others arrive?

| don’t want unnecessary commotion.” Nnenna nodded, swiftly mounting her horse before helping the shaken

princess onto the back.

Without another word, they turned their steeds and rode off in the opposite direction, leaving behind the echoes

of chaos they had narrowly escaped.

Ding!

“400 good points rewarded for saving Princess Lora’s life and caring about her reputation without being

reminded.

You did real good!” Back at the castle, Nnenna personally delivered the rescued princess to her parents.

The moment they saw their daughter safe and unharmed, a wave of relief washed over them.

But along with that relief csomething else, humility.

They had once looked down on Nnenna, mocked her, dismissed her as unworthy.

Yet, it was her, the very princess they scorned, who had saved their child's life.

It was a slap to the face, a harsh reminder that status alone did not define one’s worth.

Swallowing their pride, the royal couple bowed their heads slightly.

“Thank you, Second Princess,” they acknowledged sincerely.

Nnenna simply nodded, unfazed by the shift in their attitude.

She had done what needed to be done, nothing more, nothing less.

Two Days Later...

The remaining festivities of the grand ball had slowly begun winding down.

The castle, which had been bustling with excitement, now carried an air of finality.

And now, the grand closing ceremony was just a few hours away.

For some, it was a tof celebration, a memorable event coming to a glorious end.

But for others, especially those who had cwith hidden agendas and unfulfilled ambitions, the approaching

conclusion was frustrating.

Sprincesses and nobles who had not achieved their goals, whether it was securing a royal engagement,

gaining favor, or proving their worth, were reluctant to leave.

But they had no choice.

Once the ceremony was over, the castle gates would open, and by the next day, they would all have to return to

their respective kingdoms.

As the ball continued, guests took their final opportunities to secure alliances, celebrate achievements, or reflect

on what they had gained, or lost, during the grand event.

Shad achieved their goals, while others had fallen short, leaving with nothing but regrets.

Then, suddenly, a loud voice broke through the hall's refined chatter.

“The results are out!

The results are out!” Gasps rippled through the crowd as the realization struck, the university entrance

examination results had been released.

Normally, shouting in such a dignified gathering would be seen as disgraceful, but at that moment, no one cared.

The air was thick with tension and anticipation as nobles and royals rushed to check their results.

In mere moments, the hall was a chaotic mix of emotions.

Scheered with excitement, while others were crushed by disappointment.

Laughter and celebration filled one side of the room, while whispers of sympathy and hushed sobs filled another.

Amidst it all, King Ikechukwu, too, beccurious.

His gaze sharpened as he watched the reactions around him.

Sensing his interest, Ebere, standing nearby, approached him with her phone in hand.

She leaned in, showing him something on the screen.

The King’s eyes scanned the device, and then, his expression changed.

A wide, pleased smile spread across his face, his approval clear.

Ebere had done exceptionally well.

As soon as the nearby kings caught sight of Ebere’s result, they wasted no tin congratulating King

Ikechukwu.

“King lkechukwu, your children continue to prove themselves as truly exceptional!” one of them praised.

“A score of 1,200 out of 1,500, remarkable!” another added.

“And to be admitted into Royal College for medicine?

That is beyond impressive!

Congratulations!” The King, still smiling, nodded graciously at the compliments, his mood lifted higher than

before.

Those around him, recognizing the perfect moment to gain his favor, eagerly continued their praises, hoping to

secure his goodwill.

Just as everyone was about to turn back to the festivities, Ebere’s sharp voice rang out.

“Sister, you still haven't told us your score!” Her tone deceptively sweet, but her eyes glinting with something

else.

“I know you must be nervous if your score isn’t as high, but such important matters should not be hidden.

You should tell Father right away so he can help you secure admission into a good university no matter what you

scored!” She spoke quickly, her words seemingly filled with concern, yet her intent was obvious, she wanted

Nnenna to announce her score publicly, putting her on the spot before the entire hall.

Ebere’s words carried an underlying implication, suggesting that all of Nnenna’s achievements were merely

handed to her because she was the adopted daughter of the Lionara royal family.

Sdays ago, many people might have believed that.

But after witnessing her capabilities firsthand, they were no longer so sure.

Still, the thought lingered, perhaps her academic achievements weren't truly earned?

After all, someone excelling in so many activities wouldn't have the tto study, right?

No one voiced these doubts aloud, but they were eager to see her results, waiting for what they expected to be

an embarrassing revelation.

But to their disappointment, Nnenna didn’t react at all.

She didn’t move.

She didn’t even make the slightest effort to check her results.

The silence stretched, growing heavier by the second, until her sister finally spoke again, a taunting edge to her

voice.

“Nnenna, where is your result?” Calm and unbothered, Nnenna turned to her with a composed expression.

“Sister, this is the grand ball to celebrate the end of the festival and our birthday week.

We shouldn't let ourselves be distracted by such things,” she said smoothly.

“Checking results can always wait until after the ball, can’t it?

We both know that.

So let's forget about it for now.” Ebere “..!” Her words were polite, but her tone carried an unshakable authority,

one that left Ebere momentarily speechless.

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