Chapter 321
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It was the third day of the World Singers Tournament.
Noland's National Theater.
Heroria sang the last note softly. When she stopped singing, Heroria opened her eyes, and the audience stood up to give Heroria a round of applause.
Her gaze swept past Bishop Darko and the commander beside Vulture. The cold expression on the commander's face finally eased after listening to Heroria's performance.
"Thank you, everyone."
Heroria looked at the thirty thousand votes behind her and bowed to the audience and the camera with an excited and blissful smile.
"It seems that the number of people who liked Lady Lia's voice far exceeds Lady Moya's. Please continue to show your voice on this stage. Lady Moya, it's a pity that you were eliminated, but I really liked the nursery rhyme you sang."
Josiah, who was one of the judges, did not hesitate to give the 'ordinary little girl' a round of applause. He then gave an old lady beside Heroria a round of applause as well.
The rules of the semi-finals were that two contestants would share the same stage. When one contestant sang, the other contestant would stand on the stage and listen to her.
It was a little like a challenge tournament.
"It's my fortune to be able to listen to Lady Lia's beautiful voice."
The old lady seemed to be quite open about it.
"It's … my honor." Heroria thanked Lady Moya a little shyly and returned to the backstage amidst the applause.
Behind the stage was a hall for the first contestants to rest. There were only sixteen contestants today.
That was why the hall, which could normally accommodate hundreds of people, was a little empty even with the sixteen contestants' friends and relatives included.
Heroria had just adjusted her expression and was about to look for her knight, Messiah, when a well-dressed man suddenly walked up to Heroria.
"Lady Lia …"
The man had golden hair and eyes that were as blue as the sky. His facial features were handsome enough to attract noble ladies to dance with him at any ball.
His mannerisms and temperament made him seem like a well-educated nobleman.
"Excuse me … you … are …"
Heroria did not forget her identity and persona. At this moment, she showed the reaction that a 'civilian girl' should have. She took a step back and looked at the person in front of her uneasily.
"My name is Roja Moratik, the second son of Count Lars Moratik of Falosi."
He politely took off his top hat and revealed a warm smile on his face.
"H-hello, my name is Lia."
Heroria's voice sounded a little intermittent, and there was a little fear on her face. To a 'commoner girl' like her, the second son of a count, no matter which country he came from, she needed to maintain absolute respect.
"You don't have to be so formal, Miss Lia."
Roja saw her panicked look and wanted to gently hold her hand to get closer.
But this action was dodged by Heroria with a stealthy step back.
This made Roja awkwardly take back his hand that was hovering in the air. But with his good communication skills, he quickly eased the awkward atmosphere.
"Actually, Miss Lia, I have another identity here. I'm an opera singer from the Phoenix troupe of Falosi … I'm also one of the contestants of the world's singing competition." Roja said.
"You … Looking for me … What's the matter?"
Heroria easily suppressed her inner disgust and continued to play the role of an ordinary civilian.
"I hope to invite you to join my troupe." When Roja said this he took a step closer to Heroria and looked affectionately at the civilian girl who was wearing a very simple dress.
"The first time I heard your voice, I was conquered by it … Miss Lia, your voice shouldn't be buried in this city. I swear in the name of the Moratik family, I can make you the most famous opera singer in the Falosi. Even the king of the Falosi would have to queue up to buy a ticket to your theater. "
Roja's voice was full of absolute confidence. In his opinion, any opera singer who was born in poverty would practice hard to become a world-famous opera singer. And after becoming famous … Of course …
"You will have a status no less than a nobleman and unimaginable wealth."
Roja stared at the girl's brown pupils and her panicked and uneasy eyes. Roja reached out his hand and wanted to touch Lia's freckled cheek.
Wealth and status have been given to her. Roja was ready to use his charm to conquer this girl.
But before he could touch Lia's cheek, a hand shot out and grabbed his arm.
Roja wanted to break free for a moment, but he found that the strength of the hand was amazing. He even felt the pain of being pinched by an iron pincer.
"Who …" Roja's voice was filled with anger. He looked at the person who suddenly appeared beside Heroria.
It was … A blonde girl who was almost the same height as him. But the coldness in her eyes made Roja shiver.
"Roja-sama!"
Several of Roja's guards wanted to rush over at this moment but the other side just pushed gently and Roja's body lost his balance and fell directly into the arms of one of his guards to barely maintain his balance.
"Stop …"
After Roja stood up, he stopped his guards. The attendants of the Noland's National Theater noticed the situation here.
If there is a dispute here, then according to the rules set by the owner of the Noland's National Theater, he will be directly disqualified.
"Sorry, Lia … I'm late."
Messiah looked at the young opera singer in front of him. His eyes were full of coldness.
"I'm fine, Sister."
Heroria casually said something about her relationship with Messiah. Then she ran to Messiah's side and held Messiah's hand.
"Mr. Roja, you seem to be the next contestant?" Heroria suddenly asked.
"Yes." Roja adjusted his clothes and tried to maintain the smile on his face.
If Messiah was a man, Roja would have given her a lesson.
Unfortunately, Myrcella was a woman, and a beautiful one at that. One of their family's teachings was to treat beautiful girls well.
"I'll consider your proposal, but you have to prove your strength to me first … If you can't even win this' small competition 'that you mentioned, then I think you and that troupe named' bird feather 'are just so-so."
Heroria used an innocent tone to say something that sounded a little … vicious.
Roja, of course, heard the sarcasm in her words. His eyebrows slightly jumped, but the smile on his face didn't change.
"Your opponent seems to be sitting there. He looks a bit shabby. I hope it won't affect your noble image on the stage."
Heroria glanced at a figure sitting in the corner. That figure has been sitting there since the beginning. His mouth kept muttering something. In the eyes of an outsider, he seemed to be crazy.
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