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They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 435
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Chapter 434: I'm Here

His face was stone, but his aura? Livid.

His head snapped up, sharp like a blade unsheathed.

With swift precision, he grabbed the two people beside him, Nnenna to his left and Ava to his right, and pulled

them down behind him, shielding them without a second thought.

Then he scanned the grounds, eyes sharp and searching. His senses expanded as he searched for even the

slightest trace of movement, or intent.

But there was nothing.

No unusual presence. No fleeing figure. No suspicious aura.

The attacker, if there really was one, had either blended in too well or... was still here, watching.

By then, Jana had already turned her face away, shrinking her presence as much as possible. Her heartbeat

thundered in her chest, but she forced herself to appear calm. She blended into the background, just another

silent student amidst the tense crowd.

Arthur, now in full alert mode, didn’t even glance her way.

His thoughts were focused elsewhere, on potential assassins, not students.

He swept his eyes across the entire training field, his sharp gaze moving over every face, every shadow, every

building in the distance. His senses were trained for war, not schoolyard .

From his perspective, if someone had planned to assassinate a student, especially under his watch, it wouldn't

have been one of his own students. That would be too foolish.

They had all been in the academy for nearly two months now. If anyone among them had ill intentions, they

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would have struck earlier, when suspicion was low and everyone was still strangers.

But now? This felt too deliberate... too precise.

Still, despite his intense scrutiny, nothing stood out. No flickers of movement. No fleeing figure. Everything

appeared normal.

Too normal.

Finally, his gaze landed on Nnenna.

She stood rooted in place, her bow slack in her hand. Her wide eyes were still filled with lingering fear, and

something else... awe. The aftershock of a near death experience clung to her like a second skin.

Arthur's expression softened, ever so slightly. Just for her.

“It’s alright,” he said quietly, gently. “I'm here.”

His voice was calm and low, yet it carried strength. Like a protective wall had just surrounded her.

Nnenna nodded slowly, trying to steady her breathing.

She had been trying to stay calm, reminding herself the love system would act if things went south. But despite

its power, nothing could completely erase the cold rush of fear that cfrom almost losing her life.

Arthur had saved her before the system could even act.

Everyone still looked shaken. Whispers had started to rise again.

But even in the middle of her fear, Nnenna couldn't stop the awe slowly creeping into her heart.

How... how did he catch that arrow without even looking?

Her eyes dropped to the splinters of thick wood now lying useless on the ground. And he broke it, just like that.

She stared at Arthur's hand. It didn’t even look strained. Was this the kind of power Omniora Academy could

shape someone into? Could she... beclike that too? Or maybe even better?

The thought sent a small spark of excitement fluttering through her chest.

“Cool...” she whispered before she could stop herself.

Arthur blinked, caught off guard.

He had been turning toward her, ready to offer more reassurance, more comfort, something. But her small,

breathy word froze him in place.

The fear in her eyes had vanished. In its place was pure wonder, admiration... trust.

For a second, he forgot they were surrounded by students. He forgot he was supposed to keep his cold and

distant mask on. His lips curved, slowly, unconsciously, into a small smile.

And it wasn’t just any smile.

It was warm. Real. The kind of smile no one had ever seen on Prince Arthur's face.

Nnenna’s eyes widened even more.

He smiled?

She stared at him like she had just witnessed a unicorn walk by. Her breath hitched slightly, and she quickly

looked away, pretending to refocus on somewhere else. But her hands were a little unsteady now, not from

fear... but from something else entirely.

Why did he smile like that? At me?

“Brother... what's going on?”

The soft, shaken voice cut through the strange warmth of the moment. Arthur turned immediately. Ava had

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spoken.

She was still crouched beside him, right where he had pulled her down for safety a few moments ago. Her

usually proud and composed face was pale now, her lips slightly parted in shock, her eyes fixed on the shattered

remains of the arrow on the ground.

Arthur's gaze softened as he realized what she must be thinking.

She thinks it was meant for her.

And to be honest, so did he. Nnenna was still relatively unknown in this part of the world. A princess from

Lionara, yes, but not someone who would draw this level of danger. Ava, on the other hand... she was his sister.

The only one. And his enemies knew that.

She was an easy target to get to him.

He sighed quietly, suppressing the anger that began to rise again, and gently placed a hand on her head. Ava

flinched slightly at first, still shaken, but then froze when she felt his touch.

“It's alright,” he said softly, voice lower than usual. “You're safe now.”

Ava’s eyes flicked up to him. She wanted to believe it, she really did, but the lingering fear made her shoulders

tremble.

Arthur didn’t hesitate.

He pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in a protective hug, his hand continuing to gently pat her back like he

used to when they were younger.

Although it was something he rarely did, he felt it was necessary now. He could feel how tense she was, how

rigid her posture remained.

“It's okay,” he repeated, almost in a whisper. “No one will hurt you while I'm here.”

For a long moment, Ava didn’t move. Then slowly, her shoulders relaxed, her fingers clutching the front of his

jacket as the adrenaline faded.