Part 68

In preparing for the last game, Prince was relentless. Although he was exhausted, he would step into the field as if everything had vanished. Every time he kicks the ball, it seems to be on fire, in contrast to his prior kicks. It was almost as if he had found a new source of strength.

The day of the last game, which was held on the Hilliard field, had finally arrived. It includes almost all of Borstal’s students, resulting in Hilliard’s school being filled.

"Borstal will win the last game. Wishing you success, Prince Augustus!" I lowered my head.

He smiled as he caressed the back of my head. "Thank you, stupid negie."

I can’t keep a smile off my face till I get out of the locker room. Until I didn't notice that I was being dragged into a room."Deacon?" I let out a yell.

With his palm, Deacon covered my lips. "Gemma, could we just chat for a minute?" He asked.

"We’re having a conversation already," I said.

"All right," he said with a sigh before speaking again. "As for what I did, I’m