Chapter 387


    Aaron and the team slipped on their headsets, and within moments, their morale soared to its zenith.


    Vivienne nodded in approval. This was what a true E-sports team looked like, not a group lost in me


    and self-doubt.


    ...


    Meanwhile, at the Ellington residence.


    "Bro, you''re my flesh and blood. We share half the same genes; that makes us practically brothers from


    another mother!


    Come on, bro, this tournament means the world to me. Please help me out!


    After this, I''ll do anything you ask, my awesome big brother!"


    Percival''s night was haunted by endless pleas of "bro," as if the whole world was seen through a ''great


    big brother'' filter.


    Growing weary of the incessant nagging, Richard finally said, "You''re not busy. Just go take a look and


    give me a break."


    Yet Percival remained immovable, feigning deafness.


    After wrapping up some business affairs, he nced at his phone.


    Why had Vivienne not replied yet at thiste hour?


    His long fingers danced over the screen as he typed a message with his usual aloofness, [Vivienne, I


    miss you.]


    "Bro, just look at me, please!"


    Keh''s wails finally drew Percival''s attention, and there he was, Keh, rolling on the floor in a full-


    blown tantrum.


    Percival was speechless.


    Had he mastered the art of cajoling to perfection?


    What happened to the distant young man of usual days?


    Had he been possessed?


    "Get up," Percivalmanded with a furrowed brow.


    Like a bullet, Keh was at Percival''s side the next moment, clinging to his leg. "I won''t get up unless


    you agree!"


    A sly smile yed on Percival''s lips. "Are you threatening me?"


    Keh shivered, immediately transforming into a masseuse, kneading Percival''s legs with servile


    devotion. "No, no, just talking nonsense. How could I dare threaten my wonderful big brother?"


    Mid-conversation, Percival finally received the long-awaited reply.


    [Busy, Mr. Wolf. Take your time missing me.]


    A map link popped up immediately after.


    Centurial E-sport Hotel?


    Percival tapped Keh with his foot, "Where did you say your tournament is being held?"


    "Centurial E-sport Hotel, the one owned by our family. You mean you''lle, bro?" Keh''s eyes


    sparkled.


    A smile curled on Percival''s lips, a flicker of interest in his eyes. "Yes, suddenly I''m intrigued."


    ...


    The World Championship Cup for E-sports proceeded as scheduled.


    In the qualifiers, teams drew lots to decide their opponents,peting for points within their groups.


    Hawk drew a formidable opponent for the first match—RED, a renowned team from Runic Country.


    "The word is RED''s starting yer is a rookie promoted this year, suspected of hiding his true skills.


    But even a rookie should not be underestimated. We''re representing our country; we can''t afford to


    lose the first match, got it?"


    In the locker room, Bet stood before the ready team, delivering his speech.


    Off to the side, Vivienne was busy replying to Percival''s message.


    [Yep, hanging with four hotties.]


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    On the other end, Percival''s response was terse.


    “They’re all dead meat!” He thought to himself.


    A chill swept through the locker room, prompting Aaron to zip up his hoodie, "Don''t worry, captain.


    We''ve got this."


    After the pep talk, it was Coach Vivienne''s turn.


    She stood, her clear eyes sweeping the room. "y well. You''ve got this!"


    "Yes!"


    The team cheered, rising to their feet. Despite only two days of intensive training, they had made


    remarkable progress. Not even Runic Country''s RED or their arch-rival Snake could intimidate them


    now.


    Directly across from Hawk''s locker room was Snake Club''s space.


    Keh, hearing themotion from Hawk''s side, his eyes resembling Percival''s, scoffed with


    disdain. "A few days apart, and they''re already louder."


    In this championship, he was determined to get FMNP and overtake that detestable Aaron.


    His teammate Callum handed him a Coke and said, "Who cares about them? We''ve got our secret


    weapon, right?"


    At the mention of the secret weapon, Keh managed a smile. "Of course, with my brother''s support,


    not even Aaron or the mysterious coach who led Hawk to seven straight victories could pose a threat."


    Another teammate, Wesley, cracked open a Coke and took a swig. "Heard Hawk got themselves a


    coach too, been holed up in some kind of ''Devil Training'' the past few days, not evening out for


    meals."


    "Last-minute cramming won''t help them. It alles down to Aaron, anyway. We shouldn''t worry.


    Who''s our coach? Captain Keh''s big brother, the Ellington family''s seventh grandson, Percival!"


    ric snorted with indifference.


    Keh shot him a re. "Comcency leads to defeat. Stand up, all of you."


    As captain, Kehmanded respect, and the team immediately lined up for his address.


    "Watch Hawk''s match against RED closely. Don''t miss a thing, especially Aaron. Got it?"


    "Got it, captain."


    In a nearby cubicle, Percival, having heard the pep talk outside, replied to Vivienne''s message with a


    ''see you soon'' and stood up to open the door.


    With a click, the door swung open.


    Keh''s usually stoic face melted into adoration. "Bro, you''re done with your work!"


    The teammates were stunned.


    This was not the Keh they knew a moment ago.


    Percival nodded, his casual attire unable to mask his innate aristocratic air.


    "The intensive training has yielded results, but don''t getcent. Remember, failure will have


    consequences."


    The whole team, Keh included, held their breath at his words, sensing the gravity behind them.


    ...


    Half an hourter, the match officially began.


    Keh and his crew had snagged their seats in the bleachers bright and early. Their match was not


    until the afternoon, giving them the perfect opportunity to catch Aaron''s match.


    In the front row, Vivienne sat with her headphones in, eyes glued to her smartphone where a live feed


    streamed. It was footage from the hospital showing Yasmine and Natalia in real time.


    Though she visited them every three days, Vivienne made it a point to check on the kids through the


    surveince feed whenever she found a moment.


    Zelda and Yuri had been looking after the two little ones exceptionally well, which put Vivienne at ease.


    Suddenly, arge hand appeared over Vivienne''s head. Strong fingers rested on her crown but moved


    tenderly, gently caressing her hair.


    Vivienne looked up, meeting a pair of twinkling eyes.


    "Mr. Wolf, that was quick," She said, a hint of surprise in her voice.


    Mr. Wolf had promised to join her for the E-sports tournament, but she had not expected him to show


    up so soon.


    Percival took a seat next to Vivienne. "Vivienne, how many times do I have to tell you? You can''t say a


    man''s quick."


    Vivienne was speechless.


    She had a hunch that Mr. Wolf was talking about something entirely different, but she had no proof!


    Up on the stage, Bet and his teammates were about to step up when he nced over at the


    stands and asked, "Aaron, is that Vivienne''s fiancé sitting next to her?"


    Aaron looked over, and upon seeing Percival''s hand caress Vivienne''s face, he clenched his jaw tight.


    "No, that''s not her fiancé. That''s her oldpdog!"