Chapter 2301 The Music Saint and the Breathtaking Blossom!
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âWhat 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!â
Yorickâs 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. Santiagoâs eyes widened in shock, forced to defend himself against the relentless
onslaught.
The tavernâs patrons fled in terror, fearing that the two fighters would bring the entire building crashing down
around them.
âAre you really trying to kill me?!â 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.
âI have to kill you-because I canât kill Jane! I have to stop her before she makes a terrible mistake!â Yorick
roared, charging forward again.
âYou stubborn mule! The Dawnbringer must have misjudged you-you donât deserve to share the title of saint
with me!â Santiagoâs 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.
âWatchtake you down!â
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 Yorickâs 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 dragonsâ 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 Yorickâs 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.
âHave you two had enough? Are you really going to let your selfish pride cost innocent lives? Have you forgotten
what the Dawnbringer taught you?â
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 seniorâs skill. The woman's mastery of music was truly
nellatever!
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.
âMs. Sheffield-Grey!â
âLiora! What are you doing here?â
Both men shifted awkwardly, like children caught misbehaving, suddenly unable to meet the woman's dignified
gaze.
âHmph! If I hadn't come, would you have let innocent people die because of your childish brawl?â Lioraâs voice
carried a sharp edge of rebuke.
The two men scratched their heads sheepishly. Santiago even forced a grin and said, âSorry, 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!â
âHmph!â Liora shot him a glare before turning her eyes to Yorick. âAnd you? What's your excuse?â
Yorick glanced past her, momentarily mistaking Isabella for Jane. The resemblance made his heart clench, but he
quickly shook off the thought and replied, âItâs all Santiago's fault! He's supporting your fatherâs political rival-
the cowardly faction! And worse, he forced Jane to accept Artemisâ invitation to perform in Zovince for the
wealthy elite!â
âI didnât force Jane!â Santiago shot back immediately. âI 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 canât understand
the Dawnbringerâs long-term vision and wisdom, but I do!â
âYou did force Jane!â
âI didnât!â
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âEnough!â Lioraâs voice rang out with authority, silencing both men at once. âYou two were granted saintly titles
by the Dawnbringer himself, yet here you are, arguing like children!â
Both men glared at each other, eyes filled with disdain, yet neither dared to argue with Liora.
âYorick, I believe Santiago isnât the kind of person you think he is,â 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 wasnât domineering or unreasonable. Yet, he couldn't shake the belief that Jane's
decision to support Artemis had been influenced by Santiago.
âAtticus may be my father and a member of the pro-war faction, but that doesnât mean you can force Santiago
to support his candidacy. That would be nothing more than moral coercion.â
Her words clearly favored Santiago's stance, surprising Yorick. âMs. Sheffield-Grey... are you saying you donât
want your father to becpresident?â
âWhat does it matter whether I support him or not? I have no desire to get involved in this mess.â
Both Santiago and Yorick could sense the conflict with her heart. Yorick, in particular, noticed that her expression
mirrored the scomplex look he had seen in Jane's eyes.
âEnough-stop fighting. Whatever Jane decides is her own choice,â Liora said, her tone firm yet calm.
âLiora,â Isabella asked hesitantly, âif my sister is going to perform in Zovince, will you accompany her on the
piano?â
âArenât you skilled with musical instruments as well, Isabella? If you and your sister performed together, it would
be even more spectacular,â Liora replied.
âMy musical skills are nowhere near yours. If my sister wants the performance to be perfect, sheâll definitely
invite you,â Isabella said confidently. She knew her sister better than anyone.
âIf she invites me, I'll definitely go,â Liora answered without hesitation.
âMs. Sheffield-Grey!â Yorick protested anxiously. âYour 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,â Liora interrupted, her determination unwavering.
Yorick fell silent. Lioraâs stance made him question whether he had chosen the wrong side. Yet, deep down, he
couldnât shake his admiration for Atticus. The man might not have been a saint, but he wasnât 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 couldnât accept it.
As expected, Jane accepted Artemisâ invitation and traveled to Zovince with Santiago.
The day before the performance, Santiago found his wife and, with disbelief in his eyes, asked, âWhy didnât you
reserve a seat forat tomorrow's performance, Jane?â
Jane smiled gently, her eyes full of warmth. âYou want to watchdance? But haven't you seen my
performance plenty of times before?â
âOf course I do!â Santiago said excitedly. âThis isnât just any performance-itâs a grand event at the Golden Ivy
Hall of Zovince National Theater, with half the nationâs elite in attendance. I want to see you at your most
beautiful!â
âAlright, alright, Jane replied with a soft chuckle. âBut donât you have other tasks tomorrow? Our goal is to rip
Artemis win the presidency-donât throw a tantrum like a child. I'll dance just for you another time, Jakay
âSigh.â Santiago sighed, visildy disappointed.
The thought of missing the one and only tJane 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
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