Severin nodded after hearing that. Despite his near-perfect performance as a level nine royal saint, the consecutive battles had left him a bit overwhelmed and fatigued. He was looking forward to return to the Chorteaus with his wives.
As Severin left, the onlookers in the venue gradually snapped out of their senses.
"Who would've thought that the tournament would produce a dark horse like him?"
"Severin's victories over Thorold and Jangar are simply unbelievable! It's amazing that he was able to secure first place!"
"Yeah! There was a total of fifteen spots in the sacred lake, and Severin claimed thirteen of them! No other family secured a slot. This tournament will likely go down in Nontwo City's history!"
"I envy him. Did you notice how much Ferland admired Severin? I predict that Severin's meteoric rise will begin after he enters the sacred lake!"
"I'll have to prepare some gifts for the Chorteaus to congratulate them!"
"The Jentzes have arrived to congratulate Elder Severin! They have presented two Sun-grade combat techniques…"
Families from across the city arrived at the Chorteaus' estate for the banquet. Rourie, previously the head of a small-time second-tier family, had his moment to revel in pride. He felt a sense of accomplishment when he saw those level nine royal saints behaving politely toward him despite looking down on him in the past.
Even so, he did not forget that Severin was the main force behind the Chorteaus' rise. Once the banquet concluded, Rourie handed all the congratulatory gifts over to Severin.
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