Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 2301 The Music Saint and the Breathtaking Blossom!
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“What makes you think you’re a hero? And what gives you the right to believe your faith is the only correct one? You b*stard!”
Yorick’s fury erupted as he unleashed his Savage Tiger Roar.
His fists shot forward like a ravenous tiger pouncing on its prey–each punch fierce, each strike powerful enough to shatter stone and earth. Santiago’s eyes widened in shock, forced to defend himself against the relentless onslaught.
The tavern’s patrons fled in terror, fearing that the two fighters would bring the entire building crashing down around them.
“Are you really trying to kill me?!” Santiago gasped after blocking the onslaught. His clothes were shredded, streaks of blood visible across his chest, and even his face bore three bloody gashes–he looked utterly battered.
“I have to kill you–because I can’t kill Jane! I have to stop her before she makes a terrible mistake!” Yorick roared, charging forward again.
“You stubborn mule! The Dawnbringer must have misjudged you–you don’t deserve to share the title of saint with me!” Santiago’s anger boiled over as he grabbed his spear. The Dance of Six Spears ignited with dazzling brilliance, its radiant glow outshining every lantern in the tavern.
“Watch me take you down!”
As Santiago spun his spear, six azure dragons burst forth from its tip, coiling toward Yorick with the force of a tidal wave ready to devour a tiger.
Now, it was Yorick’s turn to be stunned. Although he had witnessed Santiago use this technique against powerful foes before, experiencing its overwhelming pressure firsthand was far more terrifying. The dragons‘ majestic presence was like an ocean crashing down upon him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of energy piercing through the air echoed as the tavern walls were punctured with holes, leaving the structure swaying as if a single gust of wind might bring it down.
Blood dripped from Yorick’s wounds onto the wooden floorboards. Yet neither man backed down. Their eyes blazed with unyielding determination–tonight, neither would stop until the other was completely subdued.
“Have you two had enough? Are you really going to let your selfish pride cost innocent lives? Have you forgotten what the Dawnbringer taught you?”
A clear and elegant voice suddenly rang out, causing both saints to freeze.
In the next moment, a tranquil melody drifted into the tavern. The sound of a lute resonated with a power that seemed limitless, instantly pulling both men into an auditory illusion. A surge of calm, like an endless tide, swept through their hearts, washing away their rage and leaving them still.
Outside the tavern, Isabella stood behind a woman dressed in a white gown with a crimson cloak draped over her shoulders, silently admiring her senior’s skill. The woman’s mastery of music was truly
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When the melody faded, the surrounding crowd had fallen into a peaceful slumber. Only then did the woman in crimson cloak step into the tavern, her gaze cold as she surveyed the two men.
“Ms. Sheffield–Grey!”
“Liora! What are you doing here?”
Both men shifted awkwardly, like children caught misbehaving, suddenly unable to meet the woman’s dignified gaze.
“Hmph! If I hadn’t come, would you have let innocent people die because of your childish brawl?” Liora’s voice carried a sharp edge of rebuke.
The two men scratched their heads sheepishly. Santiago even forced a grin and said, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have gone all out in a place like this. But hey, no one got hurt, right? Haha… I’ll be more careful next time!”
“Hmph!” Liora shot him a glare before turning her eyes to Yorick. “And you? What’s your excuse?”
Yorick glanced past her, momentarily mistaking Isabella for Jane. The resemblance made his heart clench, but he quickly shook off the thought and replied, “It’s all Santiago’s fault! He’s supporting your father’s political rival–the cowardly faction! And worse, he forced Jane to accept Artemis‘ invitation to perform in Zovince for the wealthy elite!”
“I didn’t force Jane!” Santiago shot back immediately. “I support Artemis because it’s what’s best for Chanaea in the long run. We Chanaeans value strategy we’re not a nation that acts on impulse! Maybe you can’t understand the Dawnbringer’s long–term vision and wisdom, but I do!”
“You did force Jane!”
“I didn’t!”
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“Enough!” Liora’s voice rang out with authority, silencing both men at once. “You two were granted saintly titles by the Dawnbringer himself, yet here you are, arguing like children!”
Both men glared at each other, eyes filled with disdain, yet neither dared to argue with Liora.
“Yorick, I believe Santiago isn’t the kind of person you think he is,” Liora finally said.
Yorick froze for a moment, wanting to respond but unable to find the words. After all, he had known Santiago for many years and knew the man wasn’t domineering or unreasonable. Yet, he couldn’t shake the belief that Jane’s decision to support Artemis had been influenced by Santiago.
“Atticus may be my father and a member of the pro–war faction, but that doesn’t mean you can force Santiago to support his candidacy. That would be nothing more than moral coercion.”
Her words clearly favored Santiago’s stance, surprising Yorick. “Ms. Sheffield–Grey… are you saying you don’t want your father to become president?”
“What does it matter whether I support him or not? I have no desire to get involved in this mess.”
Both Santiago and Yorick could sense the conflict with her heart. Yorick, in particular, noticed that her expression mirrored the same complex look he had seen in Jane’s eyes.
“Enough–stop fighting. Whatever Jane decides is her own choice,” Liora said, her tone firm yet calm.
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“Liora,” Isabella asked hesitantly, “if my sister is going to perform in Zovince, will you accompany her on the piano?”
“Aren’t you skilled with musical instruments as well, Isabella? If you and your sister performed together, it would be even more spectacular,” Liora replied.
“My musical skills are nowhere near yours. If my sister wants the performance to be perfect, she’ll definitely invite you,” Isabella said confidently. She knew her sister better than anyone.
“If she invites me, I’ll definitely go,” Liora answered without hesitation.
“Ms. Sheffield–Grey!” Yorick protested anxiously. “Your father is Mr. Sheffield–Grey! If you help-”
I’ve already told you–I have no interest in involving myself in political affairs. But Jane is my best friend. If she needs me. I’ll stand by her side,” Liora interrupted, her determination unwavering.
Yorick fell silent. Liora’s stance made him question whether he had chosen the wrong side. Yet, deep down, he couldn’t shake his admiration for Atticus. The man might not have been a saint, but he wasn’t a villain either.
Does Chanaea really have to endure humiliation and hide in the shadows to grow stronger?
The thought clashed with every fiber of his being–he simply couldn’t accept it.
As expected, Jane accepted Artemis‘ invitation and traveled to Zovince with Santiago.
The day before the performance, Santiago found his wife and, with disbelief in his eyes, asked, “Why didn’t you reserve a seat for me at tomorrow’s performance, Jane?”
Jane smiled gently, her eyes full of warmth. “You want to watch me dance? But haven’t you seen my performance plenty of times before?”
“Of course I do!” Santiago said excitedly. “This isn’t just any performance–it’s a grand event at the Golden Ivy Hall of Zovince National Theater, with half the nation’s elite in attendance. I want to see you at your most beautiful!”
“Alright, alright, Jane replied with a soft chuckle. “But don’t you have other tasks tomorrow? Our goal is to rip Artemis win the presidency–don’t throw a tantrum like a child. I’ll dance just for you another time, Jakay
“Sigh.” Santiago sighed, visildy disappointed.
The thought of missing the one and only time Jane would perform alongside Liora–the Music Saint pedaally cognized by di Dawnbringer on the grad stage of the national theater was a regret that quid stay with bun for the rest of his life
