The Head Knight pressed forward, relentless.
Their duel had gone on far longer than expected, and to her frustration and delight, Kyle still hadn't lost.
His technique was flawless, his footwork precise, and despite his weaker body, he kept adapting to her every attack.
She gritted her teeth.
'As much fun as I am having, I need to finish this fight. I cannot let my name be strained anymore than I have allowed it to be.'
She was a knight and the Grand Duchess Amanda herself—yet, no matter how hard she pushed, the battle remained at a stalemate.
It was infuriating.
Finally, she had enough.
For the first time, a sliver of her internal energy slipped out.
A mistake.
The moment her mana surged through her blade, Kyle's sword cracked under the force.
His defense shattered.
And now, her sword was headed straight for his shoulder.
Her eyes widened.
She tried to hold back, to stop her blade—
But it was too late….or so she thought.
Before her sword could reach him, Kyle moved.
