"Alright, Yalian, it's your turn to take the stage," Tilan glanced over the few remaining people behind her and designated a familiar companion.
"Yes, Your Highness, our princess," Yalian bowed half-kneeling on the ground, then threw off his black robe and leaped up lightly, landing in the clearing among the trees.
Tonight, he was dressed in glittering gold and emerald Elf clothing, especially eye-catching and giving off the illusion of a scion of a wealthy family, his fingers also held a deep blue rose that represented Edith Academy.
Inhaling the fragrance of the rose, Yalian patiently plucked off the black petals, one by one, until the referee announced the start.
"Twilight Secret Art - Vine Growth."
