Chapter 257 - Volume 3
Chapter 36 – Princess Nun
=============== Princess POV ==============
“Ampere Seale?” Magadal said.
She was sitting on a tall chair and looked at her close friend, Gryphine, with shock. The latter was also sitting down on an identical chair, with her long silver strands of hair collapsing gently onto her dress, her lithe body sculpted like a doll.
The half-elven princess with silver eyes seemed to be filled with patience and mercy, appearing to be meek, but she was well known for her unyielding personality amongst the nobles.
She carried a short silver sword outlined with emeralds carved into runic patterns on her belt; it seemed like it was only decorative, but Magadal was absolutely certain that Gryphine was capable of easily subduing a male adult, and perhaps that was still an understatement.
Gryphine was famed for possessing exceptional swordsmanship, and even a formal knight was not her match.
Both of Magadal’s hands were placed on both her knees while she sat elegantly. She was also a princess from the Manticore Duchy and had known Gryphine when they were young.
Freya’s hands were full of perspiration, and her heart was pounding intensely. If the crowd got closer to her, they would be able to see clearly that her face was like a ripe apple and was gasping deeply for air. Her sweat was dripping off her sharp chin, and her uniform was already soaked long ago. The consecutive matches that she had were making her feel that her stamina was about to run out.
The number of opponents she had defeated had gotten the audience’s attention. As the newest member amongst the competitors this year, her performance could be seen as outstanding.
And in the other arenas, Bennett and three other newcomers formed the brightest existences this term.
(TL: Bennett used to be Bretton, and I changed it because the name is too close to Brendel. He was a rival of the old Brendel and quite near the start of the series, in case you can’t remember.)
She wiped away her perspiration from her chin. She would certainly be considered the least prominent out of the five.
Bennett had defeated a reserved knight with just three strikes. When Freya saw his match, she realized that the once immature and rash youth was becoming more level-headed, and his skill in the sword was improving by leaps and bounds.
Freya could almost imagine his talent shining brilliantly through his sword, and he had found where he was supposed to belong to. This was the best stage for him.
And in comparison, she felt a little lost.