"Tsk tsk, that Divine Child Blin is really unlucky," John clicked his tongue, holding a bucket of popcorn-like snacks. He was purely enjoying the chaos, not caring if things got messy. "He finally got a chance to show off among his peers—in the most high-profile first match, no less—and then drew Princess Felicia of Whiteglass Kingdom. Well, there goes his big moment. Pure embarrassment."

"Is this Felicia really that strong?" Dilin asked.

"It's not about whether she's strong or not. She's the kind of..." Dilin's question actually stumped John.

"Let me put it this way: if Blin can last three moves against Her Highness Felicia, he could brag about it for a whole year."

"Same-year Divine Maidens—can the gap really be that huge?" Dilin frowned slightly.

"Let me give an inappropriate analogy. You're human, right?"

"? What else would I be?" Dilin shot John a look.

"The king of Whiteglass Kingdom is human too. One is a sovereign above thousands, inheriting the Zosha bloodline. The other is a down-on-his-luck Divine Child with no lineage, barely scraping by. Technically, you're both human—so why such a massive gap?" John casually used Dilin as an example, unfazed.

"Similarly, among Divine Maidens, there are 'kings' and 'commoners.' This profession has the most extreme gap between its peak and baseline."

"Many factors cause this gap—aptitude, resources poured in, hard work—but the biggest one is bloodline."

Hearing this, Dilin recalled why even moderately influential Divine Maiden families obsess over bloodlines to the point of overcorrection. Family prestige and honor were part of it, but bloodline mattered far more for Divine Maidens. It directly determined their excellence—something no amount of effort could make up for later.

It was like breeding pedigree cats or dogs: mating with impure bloodlines just wasted precious lineage. Comparing noble Divine Maidens to pets wasn't quite right, but it was the simplest explanation.

John grew hesitant mentioning this. After all, Dilin was a direct victim of aristocratic bloodline theories.

When Felicia, the golden-eyed, amber-haired princess, stepped onto the circular arena, the deafening cheers and excitement nearly burst Dilin's eardrums. Most spectators were male students cheering for Felicia, though some female students blushed and watched her nervously. Dilin, a keen observer, noticed immediately.

John was right about one thing: at Coleman Academy, skilled individuals—especially Divine Maidens—garnered endless adoration. This worship crossed genders. And Felicia? She had power, influence backed by Whiteglass Kingdom, and peak-tier beauty.

With that, it wasn't hard to imagine how Felicia managed her private life with multiple partners. So many naive young female fans would happily warm her bed at a word—and feel lucky to be idolized by their hero.

In contrast, Blin, facing Felicia, looked utterly miserable. Drawing her in his first match was bad enough. Standing on the same stage, he was completely ignored. Every cheer was for Felicia. He became invisible, awkwardly stranded on the field, caught between a rock and a hard place. Dilin felt secondhand embarrassment just watching.

"Holy crap, holy crap... These stats. The gap's way bigger than I thought. This is hopeless," John muttered, cursing nonstop after seeing something.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just used Divine Analysis to check Blin and Felicia's data." John shrugged. "I take back what I said earlier. This kid probably can't even survive one move from the princess."

Ah, Divine Analysis...

Dilin grew curious too. With the Golden Chalice Butterfly's enhancement, how much could his Divine Analysis reveal about a Divine Maiden?

He activated it. A flood of data surged into his vision, jolting his brain. Whether from too much info or Felicia's sheer power, his mental energy drained instantly.

Gritting through the headache, Dilin examined Felicia's stats.

Divine Analysis didn't show raw numbers. Instead, an overlay listed all attributes—strength, speed, jump ability—each tinted a different color.

White, yellow, green, blue, purple, black. Lighter to darker shades indicated ability levels.

True, this wasn't intuitive. Divine Analysis couldn't reflect things like combat experience. Simply put, it only showed panel stats.

Among Divine Maidens, raw stats like strength and speed weren't the biggest factors. The Divine Maiden Realm and Divine Right mattered most.

But even so...

Strength: Purple Gem

Speed: Green Gem

Jump Ability: Yellow Gem

Endurance: Blue Gem

...

He glanced at Blin's.

Strength: Yellow Gem

Speed: Yellow Gem

Jump: Yellow Gem

Endurance: Yellow Gem

Four yellows in a row.

The stat gap was enormous.

Next came the Divine Right section.

"Match starting soon. Contestants, take your positions!"

"Felicia Zosha, First Princess of Whiteglass Kingdom." Felicia stepped forward, drawing a weapon from her storage ring.

A Crown Greatsword with a blade thick as a shield.

"Holy hell, that weapon's insane," John swallowed hard. "If it fell naturally, it'd smash me to pulp."

This massive, ornate Greatsword was lifted one-handed by the slim, petite princess.

She gently slammed the Crown Greatsword into the ground.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

The shockwave kicked up dust. The arena fell dead silent. Cheers stopped. Everyone unanimously shot pitying looks at the poor guy.

"Honored to duel you," Felicia said, a graceful, confident smile on her lips. She placed the sword against her chest—not a lady's curtsy, but a knight's salute.

"...Blin Kaido." Blin nodded shakily. He had no time to admire Felicia's beauty. After stating his name, he nervously drew his weapon: an ornate rapier.

Compared to Felicia's Greatsword, it looked like a toothpick. One swing might split him and his weapon in half.

"Mr. Kaido, no need to tense up," Felicia chuckled lightly, sensing his nerves. Like an upright knight, she reassured him. "Recall why you stand on Coleman Academy's stage. Clarity will come."

"We're classmates, aren't we? Show me everything you've got. To honor our mutual respect, I won't hold back."