The carriage entered the park, drove east, crossed the curve, and saw the colorful flowers on both sides of the road, many pure white matching tables and chairs on the open grass, the high-rise snack rack on the table was full of all kinds of snacks, all kinds of drinks, and the maids delivered snacks and drinks back and forth between the ladies.

"Here we are, Miss Arya." The waiter jumped out of the carriage and opened the door for Arya.

"Uh-oh! Thank you! Arya lifted her skirt with both hands, stepped on the footstool, and cautiously stepped out of the carriage.

When the carriage left, a few young ladies saw Arya walking towards her, and they gathered around her like dandelions, all with elegant and innocent smiles on their faces, and greeted her: "Arya, are you also here to compete?" ”

"Ah, of course, I'm here too!" Arya crossed her hip with one hand and rubbed the tip of her nose with her fingers.

"Hahaha, Sister Arya is participating in the competition for the first time, is she capable of beating us?" A petite blond girl in a golden dress laughed softly as she took Arya's hand and covered the lower half of her face with a fan.

"Our little Rosa is growing up, is she going to be a rebellious girl? I'm not going to let you go just because you've just celebrated your twelfth birthday abroad, right? With a happy face, Arya bent down and reached out to the little girl, gently pinching the tip of her nose.

"Don't worry, if there's a cooking project, I won't show mercy to your men, Arya." Next to her, a girl in a dark blue dress with short blue hair playfully patted Arya's shoulder.

"Ha, if there's a swordsmanship project, Rebega, you'll just wait to take it! Just come back from the trip and say big things to me! Arya clasped her hands to her chest and smiled at her with a crisp and confident smile.

"Ouch, it's been counterattacked...... Rebega patted her head with her hand in embarrassment, causing Arya and the surrounding circle of girls to burst into a cheerful laugh.

Suddenly, Rosa seemed to smell something faint, she blinked her orange eyes and looked at Aria: "Sister Alea sprayed perfume today, it's a new cherry perfume, right?" You never wear perfume. ”

"Ahhh Because this year's new judge is Sir Percival, the head of the Knights of Fivent, so—" Arya blushed and her fingertips at each other, not daring to finish her sentence.

"Sure enough, you're here for Sir Perseus, Aria." Rebega nodded, as if this answer was expected, she turned her head to look at the other daughters sitting in the seats: "After hearing that he is among the judges, the number of people participating in the competition this year is twice as high as last year, and the competition is estimated to be much more difficult than last year." ”

Ay!? Help me! Don't!! I don't want to be out of the tournament for the first time! It would be so sad for Percival to see it! Arya pursed her lips, her face was very embarrassed, and she instantly felt that she was at a loss in her heart.

"Dad and I read the newspaper, and Sister Arya and Sir Perseus have settled the affairs of the mansion together, right? What kind of man is he? Is it handsome? Rosa put down her fan and whispered curiously.

"Of course! He is so handsome and calm, and he also has a very strong sense of justice, and he is a person who is consistent on the outside and on the inside. Aria's words made all the daughters present look forward to it, and they began to talk about each other quietly.

"Hearing you say that, I really want to see him soon." Rosa shyly fanned her hand over her smudged pink cheeks.

"Me too, I'm looking forward to it! I don't know who he will fancy among the girls in this competition? Rebega tilted her head, guessing excitedly.

"Sir Perseus will not take a fancy to you at all, but only the delicate flowers that will be used to decorate vases!" A domineering female voice came from the entrance, instantly piercing the harmonious and warm atmosphere in the rest venue. Who, who's so flamboyant? Arya looked at the source of the sound, confused.

The dress that was fiery red than a rose crashed into Arya's eyes, and the hostess of the voice looked only about seventeen years old, half a head taller than Arya, with long crimson hair tied into a double ponytail princess curl, and ruby eyes that shot out an unruly look, sweeping over everyone present, and her lips were bright red like flames.

As the girl approached the venue, the pure black ribbon tied around her waist danced in midair, and the other ladies hurriedly made way for her, fearing that the invisible fire on her body would burn them.

"Who is that girl, she looks so arrogant." When the girl passed by them, Arya frowned and asked her friends around her.

"Her name is Capessanne Monroe, and although it's your first time in this competition, you should have heard of her." Rebega finished and glared at the girl.

"Ah, she's the daughter of the Marquis de Monroe, and I've heard that she has a very fiery and upright personality. Didn't I remember that she didn't live in the city of Soloze? Isn't there a pink game in Solo Rozer City? Why did you come all the way to Cross City to participate in the pink contest here? Arya scratched the back of her head, even more confused.

"I've heard that her purpose is to participate in the peach competitions in all the districts, especially for the other noble daughters. It is said that when she participated in competitions in other cities last year, in the sword fighting event, she didn't stop after winning the swordsmanship event, and only stopped scratching her opponents, and people who saw her said that she was like a madman. Rebega said this, anger overflowing in her tone.

"How so!? This is also too much!? Arya looked up in disbelief and looked at Capezanne.

She found Capezian sitting alone at a table drinking morning tea, oblivious to the conversations of others. Some of the ladies who knew about her rumors cast disgusted glances at her; Others were worried about whether they would get hurt when they played with her; The rest of the people secretly taunted her for not being worthy of Percival at all, and because of her arrival, the atmosphere here quickly dropped to freezing point.

"We can only pray that there will be no sword duel in this competition, and if there is, it can only be Arya who has the strength to fight with her." Rebecca crossed her arms on her hips with a sad face, while Rosa hid behind Arya, fear and unease written in her eyes.

"I said you, don't just get me involved......" Arya smiled wryly and hugged Rosa, not knowing what to say.

That girl looks more arrogant, doesn't she feel like someone who would do that kind of thing, is it a rumor? Looking at Capezian's side face drinking tea, Arya silently speculated in her heart.

Just as they were each thinking about their hearts, a waiter came over, raised his right hand and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the competition will start soon, please line up in order, and I will lead you to the competition venue." ”

As soon as the waiter finished speaking, all the girls lifted their skirts and ran to the waiter with small steps like running away, and a long line of noble daughters was quickly formed.

"Let's go too, Rebega, Rosa!" Arya looked at the two girls, they nodded, and the three of them lined up in the back of the line.

It wasn't until the team began to move towards the tournament that Arya glanced behind her and saw Capesian standing at the very end, as if she knew she was going to be annoying, or rather unwilling to be in the company of others.

Under the leadership of the waiter, they came to the open-air competition venue, and found that several rows of seats were full, full of people, and even many of them stood next to the seats, and the noise and noise of the crowd made Aria's nerves tense instantly.

After the team stopped next to the venue, it immediately detonated a wave of admiration! Arya stretched her head and struggled to find Anne in the audience, and soon, she was at the front of the audience, and saw Anne and Peake waving at her, Arya also waved her hand, and after the two smiled happily, she withdrew her hands and sat down.

"Welcome all of you to come and watch this year's Girls' Day Pink Contest in Cross City!" The moment the well-dressed organizer spoke, the noise stopped abruptly, and he stood in the middle of the venue and shouted, "Before the competition begins, I would like to introduce you to a new judge who has joined this year!" It is our great hero who has regained the land, Lord of the Knights of the Knights of Event, Sir Percival Percius! ”

With that, in the midst of a sensational applause, Percival stood up from the middle of the selection seat, bowed slightly to the venue and the audience with a grim face, and took his seat, which Arya recognized, it was his expression during the military parade.

The long line of young ladies who saw Parcival's face, like a lit fuse, talked excitedly with the partners in front and behind one after another.

"Oh my God! Sir Bussius is so handsome and heroic! ”

"Ahh

"If only my future lover was so handsome!"

Hmph, I knew that as soon as they saw Percival, they would never wake up! That's how my sweetheart catches, uh-huh! Listening to their compliments, Arya couldn't help but fold her hands on her chest and nod proudly.

After introducing the remaining judges, the girls went to the competition venue one by one to introduce themselves, and when it was Arya's turn, she smiled and lifted her skirt and greeted everyone: "I'm Aria Dushant, it's the first time I've participated in the Pink Competition, I'll do my best!" ”

With that, Arya saw a kind smile on her parents' faces, and when she looked at Percival, she saw that he was looking at her, and nodded with a relaxed expression.

As she walked down, Rebega approached her with a wicked smile on her face and poked her with her fingers: "You're not easy, Arya! From beginning to end, when every girl went up, Sir Perseus didn't even move the corners of his mouth, and when you went up, his expression changed in an instant! ”

"Huh? Are you sure!? Arya threw herself back, looking incredulous.

"I see it! When he saw Sister Arya, his eyes and expression became softer! It's not obvious, but it's still visible! Rosa stood beside her and replied firmly.

Hey, isn't that his usual expression... As soon as Arya finished sighing, she felt someone pass behind her, bringing a strong rose-scented breeze, and she turned to see that it was Capezian walking up.

"I am Capessan Monroe, daughter of the Marquis of Monroe, who lives in the city of Soloze. I have come all the way to the Rosé Tournament in Cross City because I have heard of Sir Percival's deeds, and I admire you so much, that I want to see you like the moon in the night, and that I want to show you some of my talents to all of you. With that, Capesan lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed.

As soon as her loud and noble voice fell, there was an uproar between the audience and the girls of the game.

"Ahh......h

"In last year's swordsmanship event, did you stop attacking the rose beast after scratching your opponent!?"

"Why is she here!? Ah, I'm so worried about my daughter! ”

Ay!? What's going on!? Before Arya could finish the words in the audience, the girls made waves of irritation.

"She's shameless! Showing love to Sir Bussius so directly! ”

"This event is held every year by the Earl and the Countess of Dushante, as well as other nobles, and she speaks this with no regard for anyone else."

"Didn't she know that Sir Perseus had grown up to be what he was today with the help of Earl Dushant? Even if it's a show of love, Arya is more qualified than her, right? ”

In the midst of this rampant rumors, Capesan did not make any action or response, just stood there like a blooming red rose.

Yes...? What's going on? Why did it involve me? Just as Arya looked dazed, Percival suddenly stood up from her seat, and the audience fell silent.

"Thank you, Miss Monroe, for your tireless participation in this contest and for recognizing the merits of the Order of Furvent. I was also invited by the Count and the Countess of Dushant to participate in this competition, and I hope that you will be able to compete fairly and safely in the presence of all the judges and the head of the Knights, and I am sure that everyone here is looking forward to your performance. Percival finished with a blank face and said calmly, bowing slightly to her.

After a long silence, Torris and Claire were the first to applaud, and then the applause gradually increased, and Arya cast a look of adoration at Percival, and applauded: worthy of Percival!

"Then in an hour, the game will officially begin! Please be free to move around and get ready! The organizer stood in the arena and announced.

"Arya! What are you clapping? When Capezan left, Rebecca pressed her hand down, put her hands on her shoulders and shook vigorously: "Capezian, that guy is your rival!" ”

"Rival in love...? Isn't that an exaggeration...? Isn't that a casual compliment that adults often say on a whim? Don't take it too seriously, I'll go somewhere else first! With that, Arya ran away briskly.

Ah, really! This single-nerve stupid! Rebega stomped her foot in anger when she saw her figure in the distance.