The King's Favor

The crowd caught up in the fervor of the moment, erupted into cheers for Karina. Their voices swelled, drowning out any previous insults aimed at Lyon.

"Karina! Karina! Karina!"

But amidst the cheers for the victor, there were still some lingering insults directed at Lyon.

"Human, go home!"

"Nice try, outsider!"

Lyon, standing on the arena with a gracious smile, chuckled at the banter, his eyes filled with amusement. He raised his hand in mock surrender.

"I get it, I get it! You all love a good underdog story. Cheers for Karina!" Lyon said as he approached the winner who was struggling to get up.

With a genuine smile, Lyon extended his hand toward Karina, offering to help her up. The crowd fell into a hushed anticipation, watching their interaction closely. Karina, panting heavily from the intense battle, managed a small but appreciative smile. She reached out, accepting Lyon's hand, and he gently pulled her to her feet.