༺ Noah's POV ༻
The trek to the special training rooms was nothing short of a reminder of how much I despised my system's twisted sense of humor.
Asking the princess out?
It was a side quest, one I would have happily ignored if it weren't for the reward.
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I could practically feel the system mocking me.
Dangling the reward like a carrot in front of a mule.
This was Princess Elara Velden we were talking about—second in line to the empire's throne, a prodigious swordswoman, and someone who didn't exactly view me in high regard.
The idea of her accepting my invitation was as likely as the sun setting in the north.
But that wasn't the point.
The system didn't care about my dignity, only its twisted form of entertainment.
The sound of clashing steel echoed down the hall as I approached the training grounds.
