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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 342: Tradition of the Inter-Academy Tournament (5)

Chapter 342: Tradition of the Inter-Academy Tournament (5)

The‌‌ carriage we were‍‍​ riding in sped​ through the air‌‌​ at full speed.⁠‍ And this was‌‍ already the fifth‍​ lap.

This​⁠ race ended after‌⁠ ten laps around‍ the colossal battlefield.‌ We were exactly⁠ at the midpoint‌ between the first‍‍​ and second halves.​⁠‌

“Ah,​‌ what a shame!‌‌ Once again, Joaquin​​‍ Academy fails to‍‍‍ overtake Parsy Academy‌⁠⁠ by the narrowest​​⁠ of margins!”

The‍‍ announcer sighed with⁠​ a voice that​​ didn’t convey even​ a hint of​​⁠ regret. In fact,‌‍ he sounded excited.⁠

‘Joaquin​⁠⁠ has awakened in⁠​‍ its own way.’​

With‌‌⁠ Victoria’s strengthened mental‌ fortitude, Sköll and‌⁠​ Hati, who had⁠ been running like​ tortoises, transformed into‍​ hares. However, even‍​‍ now in the‌‍ second half, a comeback still seemed​ distant. The flow⁠​ of the race​⁠‍ remained under Parsy’s​‌ control, with only‌‌ a barely noticeable⁠‌⁠ lead.

The‌⁠ announcer.

A man destined to‌​ keep the fire‍⁠ of interest burning‌⁠ in the hearts⁠​​ of the audience,‌ the spectators, and‌⁠ the sponsors.

“Ah!‌​‌ That was the⁠​ perfect chance! And‍​‌ they let it‍⁠ slip away again!”​

“This‍‌​ will make the​‍⁠ rest of the​‌ race even tougher!”⁠

I know he’s just⁠​ doing his job,⁠‍ but he’s getting​⁠ on my nerves.‌​ Because of him,⁠⁠‍ even the carriage’s‌ speed seemed to‌‍ be dropping. Victoria’s‍‍ mental energy—so difficult‌​‌ to raise—was starting​‍‌ to wane.

It’s⁠​ not like I can jump out⁠ mid-race to go​‍‍ after the announcer.​

Maybe‍​ afterward, but not‍​ now. In the‍⁠ end, it’s my⁠​​ decision.

Victoria‌ had already shown‌‍‍ her full potential.‌​ She had placed‍​ a seemingly lost‌⁠​ race back on​‍ the right track.⁠‍

Now‍ it was the‍⁠​ teacher’s turn.

‘Only​ by containing my⁠ spirit can I make a comeback.’⁠​​

If‌⁠ only I had⁠‌ the Raven’s blessing.‍

But⁠​⁠ that possibility had⁠ already been ruled‌ out. No point‍ regretting it now,​ idiot. Even if⁠⁠ I had received⁠‌ it, there was​⁠ always the risk​⁠ of incompatibility.

If⁠ complementary blessings exist,‌‌‍ then so do⁠ opposing ones. When⁠⁠ blessings clash, the‌‌ result… well, I don’t even want​‍ to imagine it.‍​ According to the​‍‌ wiki, it starts​ with soul destruction​ and ends with​⁠‍ the body slowly​​ disintegrating.

‘I​‌‌ must control my‌‌​ power in my‌ own way.’

I wetted my lips.‍‌‌ The harsh taste​‍​ of sand filled‍‍ my mouth as⁠ I focused.

I also recalled something​​​ Knox had once‍‌​ said.

— What does using‍⁠⁠ the Raven’s blessing‌‌ feel like? Hmm,⁠⁠ well… first you‌ mark a point‌‍⁠ in your mind.​ Fix it as‍⁠​ a target and‍‌⁠ then imagine focusing‍ all your energy‌⁠‍ into that point.⁠

“Parsy​ has just completed​ their sixth lap!⁠ And right now,​‌ Joaquin crosses the‌ line with a 2.14 second delay!”​‌

— It’s important to​​ detach your awareness​‍ from the present.​‍‍ Heavenly Sword, in⁠ your terms, it’s⁠‍ like turning off‍‌⁠ a local TV‍ signal. You should⁠​ only think of‍‍ one thing. channeling‌‍‌ your power.

“Parsy‌ seems to have‍​⁠ completely changed their‌‌⁠ strategy! At first,‍​​ it looked like⁠⁠ they wanted to⁠ devour Joaquin’s Sun⁠​⁠ and Moon, but‌‍ faced with fierce‍ pursuit, it seems‌⁠ they’ve shifted their‌ focus to the‍ finish line…”

— There’s a common​⁠⁠ misconception. That the⁠‍ more you concentrate⁠‌‌ your power, the​⁠ weaker it becomes.‌‍ That’s not true.‍⁠ The principle of‍ power—of spirit—is just‌⁠​ the opposite.

“…!”‌⁠

— A water gun‍‌ shoots better when⁠‌ the hole is⁠‌‍ smaller.

BOOOOM!⁠⁠

With‍⁠ a deafening roar,‌⁠ the carriage nearly‍​ flipped.

Victoria‌⁠‌ held the reins⁠‌‍ and managed to⁠‌⁠ keep the balance,‍​ and Parsy barely‍​‌ managed to regain‌⁠ theirs as well.​

“Incredible!​‍‍ It’s incredible, ladies‌ and gentlemen!”

Joaquin’s⁠‌ carriage rammed into‌⁠ Parsy’s.

The‌​‌ wheels and metal⁠‌​ panels of both‌​‍ scraped against each‌‌​ other, sending violent⁠ sparks flying through‌​​ the air.

“Joaquin!​ The carriage carrying‌‌ the Heavenly Sword​‍​ and Princess Victoria‍‍ is cornering Parsy!”‍​‍

The‍‌⁠ distance between the‍⁠‍ two was nearly‍​‌ zero.

It⁠ would’ve been ideal⁠ to devour the​‌‍ Sun and Moon‍ right then, capitalizing⁠‌‌ on the momentum.‍‌

‘A‍ single mistake and⁠​ we could lose‍‍ all the ground⁠ we’ve gained.’

The‌‍ difference between ambition‌​ and greed, Kang‌⁠ Geom-Ma.

That’s‌⁠​ the essence of⁠​ the “focus on⁠ a single point”‍‌ that Knox mentioned.‍

“The​‍​ real battle starts​‌‌ now, ladies and​​‌ gentlemen!”

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***​‍

“Tch,​​ damn it!”

The​​​ curses struck the​⁠⁠ faces of Kang⁠​‍ Geom-Ma and Victoria‌ with force.

Edward‌ was on the‍‍⁠ verge of an‍‍ emotional outburst, but‍ when his eyes‌‍ met Kang Geom-Ma’s,‍⁠⁠ he swallowed his⁠‍‍ words.

“Princess,​ you always rely⁠ solely on your‌‍ halo. Always!”

It⁠​ seemed he had​​​ decided that instead⁠ of resorting to‍​ crude insults, it⁠⁠ was more effective​⁠‍ to attack her​ mentally.

And‍ unintentionally, it was‍ indeed an effective⁠​ strategy from Edward’s‍‌ point of view.⁠⁠⁠

Kang‍ Geom-Ma and Victoria‍​ were mentally linked,‌ trying desperately to​⁠⁠ close the gap.‍

Kang​​‍ Geom-Ma and Parsy’s​ instructor remained silent‌​​ by unspoken agreement.‍

Parsy’s⁠‍​ instructor didn’t dare⁠ intervene in a real dispute between‌⁠ royals, while Kang‍‌​ Geom-Ma was simply‌​​ curious about Victoria’s‌‌‍ lineage.

The‍ British Imperial royal⁠​ family kept most⁠ of its internal‌ affairs under wraps.⁠​

Even‌​ during the clash‌​ between the 6th‌ Corps Commander Basmon‍‌ and the Seven-Star⁠⁠​ Hero, or the​ Second Human-Demon War,⁠⁠ they remained silent.‌‌​

Still,​ no one but​‌⁠ a few noble‍ factions like Nibelung‌ dared criticize them.⁠​‌

‘More‍‌⁠ than pressure, it’s​​⁠ likely because they’re‍ deeply entangled with‌⁠‌ Victoria’s royal lineage⁠‌ interests.’

That‌​⁠ secrecy began to‌‌ unravel in this​‍⁠ conversation.

Kang‌‍⁠ Geom-Ma restrained his⁠⁠⁠ aura and sharpened​‌‌ his hearing. Edward’s‌​‍ voice pierced like‍⁠ a thorn.

“How‍‍ is it that⁠ yesterday and today,⁠‌ you always rely​ on others—on your​ family? Doesn’t that​‌​ shame you, as‌⁠‍ a member of‍​⁠ royalty?”

“……”​

“His‌ Majesty must be‌‍ watching this competition​‍ too. Do you‍⁠‌ really think he’ll‌ be pleased with‍‍ what he sees?⁠‍ You clinging to​‌⁠ the Heavenly Sword⁠‌⁠ like a parasite!”‍‌‍

“…Shut⁠​ your mouth…”

Victoria​‍ bit her lower‌⁠ lip hard.

“Did​ you think no‌ one would know⁠ why you’ve fallen⁠‌‌ out of His‍ Majesty’s favor despite‌⁠ being first in⁠⁠‌ line? That fake​‌⁠ virtue of yours!”‌​‍

“I⁠‍‌ said… shut your‌ mouth!”

“That​‍‌ abolition of privilege‌⁠ you preach… His​‍‍ Majesty knows your​​ hypocrisy better than⁠ anyone.”

A deep crack formed​​‌ on Victoria’s face.‌​‌ Edward, sensing he’d​‍‌ hit the mark,‍‌​ continued.

“Every⁠​ word, every step​‌‍ within the royal‌‍‍ family reaches His​​‌ Majesty’s ears. Princess,‍‌‌ even your beloved‌‍ nanny wasn’t an‍ exception! She was​⁠ the one who‍ confessed your most​‍ intimate thoughts!”

Everything​ gets relayed to‌ the Emperor.

That’s‌‍‌ the core reason⁠⁠ no rumor escapes‌ the royal family’s​​ walls.

It’s‍​ a system where​ the Emperor monopolizes⁠ all matters of‍⁠ lineage, lasting over‍‍‍ 400 years.

Victoria’s‌ royal family was​ especially centralized.

The⁠ leader was called‍ Emperor, and his‍‍ children were simply⁠⁠​ princess or prince.‍‍

That​‌⁠ was the structure.‍‌‍

They​⁠⁠ were subjects before‌‌⁠ being children—technically, his​ property.

Whoooosh.⁠

Without​​‌ realizing it, a gust of dusty‌‌ wind swept across‍‌ Victoria’s face. The‌⁠ gritty wind momentarily⁠‍ pulled her from​ reality.

‘Everything⁠‍‌ is a piece‍‌ of the Emperor.’​‌

The‍ royal family is‌ a colossal machine.​​‍

The⁠‌ Emperor is the‍​ pilot. The rest​ are just components‍ executing orders.

One‌‌‍ of the gifts‍⁠​ passed down the⁠​​ royal line is⁠ the Blessing of​ the Owl. Its‍ ability is absolute‍ memory.

It’s⁠​‌ the blessing that​‌ determines the heir—birth‍⁠‍ order comes second.‌​

Princess​ Victoria inherited that‌‍‍ blessing. That’s why,⁠‌ even the moment⁠​⁠ she first opened⁠⁠ her eyes in​‍‍ the cradle remains⁠ etched in her⁠‌ memory.

A mobile made of‍⁠‍ springs, a metal‌ crib that even⁠ blocked the top‌​ like a cage,‍ and the Emperor’s‌‌​ sharp gaze watching⁠‌⁠ her through the‌​ bars.

Chills.‍‌⁠ Just remembering made⁠ her chest tighten.‍⁠

‘The​‌ Emperor is a machine.’

All⁠⁠‍ the monarchs in‍ her family’s history⁠‍‍ ended up the​ same way. Machines.⁠ The blood in⁠ their veins was⁠⁠⁠ nothing but oil⁠ to keep functioning.‌​

Thanks⁠⁠​ to the “Blessing‍ of the Owl,”⁠​‌ which remembers and⁠ possesses everything, they​ eventually stopped being⁠‍ human—becoming biological artificial⁠​ intelligences.

Only​‌‍ thinking and issuing‍‌ orders for the⁠‌ royal family’s continuity.‍⁠

‘I‌‍ was destined for⁠⁠‌ that too…’

Two​‌ people changed her‍ fate of becoming⁠⁠‍ a monstrous machine.​​‍

Her‍‌⁠ nanny—a fiery presence⁠‌‍ in the cold‌ imperial palace.

‘And‌⁠ the other person⁠​ is…’

She‌ glanced sideways.

The​⁠ one beside her⁠‍ now. It was⁠​‌ to connect with​‌ him directly that‌‌‍ she entered Joaquin‌⁠‍ Academy.

Ten⁠‍⁠ years ago, on⁠‌ that day—

‘To‍ us…’

The​ breath of Heavenly​ Sword before the​​ war.

***⁠⁠

‘May‌ the blessing of​ the gods be‍ with us.’

At‍​ nine years old,​ Victoria felt her‌​‌ heart tremble for‍​ the first time.‍​ It was the‌ first time she‍ heard the word​‍⁠ “us.”

Flash.⁠

The⁠​‌ dust that had‌‍‌ blocked her vision​​‌ cleared. Reality dragged​⁠ her mind back.⁠⁠‌

“Seven⁠ and a half‍ laps! Both chariots‌ have collided and⁠ are still completing⁠​‌ a lap and‍‍ a half like​ that!”

“Not⁠ even in the⁠ last two tournaments​‍​ was there such‌​ a fierce showdown!”⁠⁠

Edward’s‍​ face was filled​​​ with impatience.

‘So​ Victoria took emotional‍ damage.’

Victoria‍ had lost strength;‌‍ the reins in⁠​‌ her hand hung‌⁠‌ loose, like a sagging curve. If‌⁠​ you’ve landed a solid hit, you‌‌ need to follow‍​ up with another.​‍

“Eight​‌ laps completed! Two​⁠​ to go!”

Just‌ as Edward was​ about to continue‌‌‍ speaking—

Voooom.‍​

Kang‍‌⁠ Geom-Ma’s, the Heavenly‌⁠ Sword’s, gaze turned​ a vivid red‌⁠​ and enveloped him.‌⁠

Edward’s​ fingers tensed and​⁠ he momentarily lost‍ control of his‍‍‍ speech.

‘Damn​​ monster…!’

But​‌‌ the metallic scent​ that had been​ irritating his nose​‍ faded slightly. Kang⁠​⁠ Geom-Ma had lost‍​ focus and canceled​‍ his “single-point concentration.”​

“Now—!”‌‌

Edward⁠‍⁠ sharply leaned his‌ torso to the⁠‍⁠ left. The chariot,‌ which had been⁠‍​ charging straight ahead,⁠‍ swerved diagonally.

Crash!‌‍‌

He‌‌‌ rammed Joaquin’s chariot‍ into the outer‍​ wall of the‍⁠ combat field.

The‍​‍ path they left‌ behind was scorched‍ and blackened.

The⁠​‌ audience stood as‌‍ one and leaned​⁠⁠ forward.

“Princess,‍ you’re not worthy‍​‌ of Victoria’s royal‌⁠‌ line! Here and⁠‌ now, you and​‍‌ the Heavenly Sword⁠‍ will lose to⁠‍ me!”

Clack!‌

A bolt popped off‍​‌ and the left⁠‍⁠ wheel of Joaquin’s​ chariot came off‍‌​ its axle. Edward​​​ used the momentum‍ to keep ramming‌ their chariot.

“You’ll‌‌‌ lose to me,‌ and the Heavenly​ Sword will lose‍⁠⁠ to Victoria’s royal‍ family!”

The‌‌ right wheel was​​​ also shattered, and‌​‌ Joaquin’s chariot, dragging⁠ through the dirt,‍⁠​ finally collapsed.

Parsy’s​​​ chariot pulled away‍​ calmly, shaking its‍ rear arrogantly.

“P-Parsy!‍ Widens the gap‍⁠ and heads straight‌‍⁠ to victory!”

“A​‌ match that once⁠​ seemed even has⁠ been decisively settled!”‌‌​

“Behold​⁠ the cunning of‍‌‍ the third-year student‌ from Parsy Academy!”‍‍⁠

Woooooo!‌⁠

The‍​ crowd erupted in‍​⁠ boos and thumbs-down.​ But Edward, having‍ stranded Joaquin’s chariot,​ didn’t even flinch.‌‍‍ He kept driving‌‌⁠ with pride.

Meanwhile,‌​​ a sudden silence​⁠ hung over Joaquin’s​ stopped chariot. Sköll‍‌ and Hati, exhausted,​ hung their tongues‌ out.

Amid⁠⁠ the looming defeat,‍ Victoria calmly opened​ her mouth.

“Heavenly​‌ Sword… I’m sorry.‍⁠ I lost focus⁠ for a moment.”‍

“No.⁠​ Actually, I zoned​ out for a second too. So⁠​ this one’s on​ us.”

“…‘Us’?”‌‍‌

Why?‌ Why did those⁠‌ two syllables resonate⁠​⁠ so strongly in​‌‍ her chest?

“Ninth‌‌ lap! Parsy Academy’s‍​ chariot is just​​​ one lap away‌ from finishing the⁠ tournament!”

“Ah!‍‍ At this pace,‌‍‌ they might devour⁠‌⁠ Joaquin’s iron wheel‌‍ and win outright!”‍

“If‍‌⁠ that happens, it’ll​⁠ be the most‍​ humiliating defeat for‍‌ Joaquin Academy!”

Victoria‍ let out a faint laugh.

“We’re‌‍ already on the​ eighth lap. That’s​‍‍ how long it​ took us to‍ sync our strength.”‌‌‍

“Remember⁠​ the beginning. Princess.”​

“Victoria.”⁠‌‍

Her‍ firm gaze startled​​​ Kang Geom-Ma. At​⁠ the correction, Victoria⁠ gave a small‌‌‌ smile.

“Victoria…⁠‍‍ At first, we‌‍⁠ only growled at‌⁠ each other. Closing‌⁠​ the gap this⁠ much in just‌‍‍ fifteen minutes is⁠‍ already an accomplishment.”‌‍‍

“And⁠ that’s enough for‌ the Heavenly Sword?”⁠

“…”‌

“Is‌‍ it okay to‍‌‌ lose like this?”​​

“No.​​‌ You don’t want‌‍ to lose either,‌‍ right?”

“No.⁠​ I don’t. Arrogant​‌​ as it may⁠ sound, I’ve almost‌ never lost in​ my life.”

“Me‍ neither.”

Both⁠‍​ of them smiled​​‌ broadly. Instantly, Kang⁠‌‌ Geom-Ma drew his‌ sashimi knife and​ slashed the anchor⁠ connecting the chariot​‌‍ to the wolves.⁠

Slash!​

Victoria‌⁠‍ leapt nimbly from​‌ the chariot. She⁠ united the Sun⁠‍‌ and Moon—Sköll and‍ Hati—and activated her⁠ blessing. Then she⁠⁠‍ threw away everything⁠⁠ except the long​ pole they used⁠ as the chariot’s‍‌ yoke.

Sköll​ and Hati tilted‌⁠‌ their heads in‍ confusion. Realizing their​ new role, they‌ mounted the twin‌​ wolves.

“Bite​ this.”

Victoria‌‍​ shoved the pole⁠ into Hati’s mouth.‍⁠ He bit down,‍‍ still puzzled, and‌‌‌ Sköll also clamped⁠‌ onto it firmly.‍‌

The‌⁠ move was so‌ unexpected that the​‌‌ commentator—and the entire​ audience—were in shock.‍‌ The announcer screamed,‍ representing everyone:

“What​ the hell is‌​​ that!?”

“An​ improvised chariot.”

In⁠‍ sync, Kang Geom-Ma​‍ gently tapped Sköll’s⁠ side with his⁠​ heel. The wolf⁠‌⁠ shook off fatigue,⁠ regained his momentum,⁠⁠​ and locked eyes‌‍‍ with Hati.

They​​ both nodded. In‍⁠⁠ their slitted eyes,‌ a fighting spirit‌⁠ flared, and they⁠⁠‍ lunged forward, unleashing⁠‌ their full power.‍

The‌ new chariot shot⁠⁠​ forward like lightning.​⁠‌ The heavy iron⁠‍ hoop that had‍ once only been​ dragged now lifted⁠‌​ slightly from the⁠⁠ ground from the⁠‌​ speed.

The​ wolves’ front and⁠​⁠ rear legs crossed​‌‌ beneath their bellies‌ like shadows. Their‌‍‌ breaths synced, and‌ Kang Geom-Ma softly‍ stroked Sköll’s nape‌ and ducked low.​ Victoria did the​ same.

Auuuuuuh!‍⁠ Auuuuuuh!

Sköll‌⁠‌ and Hati howled⁠⁠⁠ loudly.

They‍ moved so fast​​‌ it was hard⁠⁠​ to believe they‌ were living beings.⁠‍ Like cheetahs, they⁠ stretched their bodies‍ like springs, pushing‌‌‌ every fiber of‌ muscle to its⁠ limit.

“It’s⁠⁠ impossible… impossible!”

“Joaquin’s​⁠ ‘chariot’ just completed​‍ a full lap‌ in an instant!”⁠

“Parsy’s‍​‍ chariot was half‌ a turn from‍​​ the finish line!”‍‍

“But​ now they’re being​⁠⁠ caught from behind!”​‌

“An‌⁠‍ unpredictable match! A true classic to‍‍⁠ close the tournament!”‌⁠⁠

Edward‍ and his instructor‌​ turned suddenly. Their‌‍‌ lips were pale‌ from shock.

“Damn⁠‍ it! What the‌⁠⁠ hell is this!?”​

Their​ wolves were still⁠​ running, but they‍⁠‍ began to lose‍‌ speed. Joaquin’s wolves‌ had recovered a bit from the​‌ break, while Parsy’s⁠ had never stopped.‍‍

Their‍‌ endurance had reached​‍‍ its limit.

And⁠​​ seeing the finish‌ line near, their‌‍‌ muscles began to‍⁠⁠ relax with a sense of relief.‍‍‍ The one fleeing​⁠ always uses more‌ energy than the‌‍⁠ one chasing.

“The​‌⁠ distance between them⁠ is about one‌⁠ meter!”

“Only‌‍ 10 meters left‌⁠ for Parsy to‌‍ cross the finish​ line!”

The​‌ gap closed sharply.​ Sköll and Hati​ of Joaquin crunched‍‌ down on the‍​ pole with a dry snap and​​⁠ opened their jaws⁠ wide.

Their⁠ sharp fangs bared​‍ just before reaching‌​‌ the enemy chariot’s‌​‍ wheel.

Boom!‍⁠⁠

The‍ tip of Joaquin’s‌​ chariot and Parsy’s‍‍ rear finally collided.​​‍

“T-The‌​ match is over!‌‌ The winner is…!”​‌

***​‍

They‍‌‍ had given it‌ their all. Exhaustion‌⁠ loosened his abdomen,⁠​⁠ and a silly‌‍‍ laugh escaped.

Sticky​⁠ warmth trickled down‌‍‍ his cheek. Sköll‌‍‍ and Hati, snuggled⁠ against his sides,‌​ licked his face.‌⁠

“It’s‍ okay, boys. It​‌⁠ wasn’t really your‌​‍ fault.”

“Kehgehgeh.”​​

“And‌‍ if it was,‍ it was forgivable.”​

“…”‌​

“You‍ guys never let⁠ me joke around.‍‍ It just burns‍ inside.”

He⁠​⁠ brushed away their⁠‍ muzzles and turned‌​ his head. Victoria​‌‍ was staring at‌‌‍ him without blinking.​⁠​

“Good‌​⁠ job. Really, we‌ almost had it.”​

“No.”​

Victoria‌ looked up at‌​ the audience. Their‌‌‌ cheers weren’t for⁠‍ Parsy—they crashed like⁠⁠ bricks onto their⁠​‍ shoulders.

The‍ victors, Parsy, left‍⁠ the stadium booed⁠‍‍ and dishonored.

“————!”‍

Thousands‍ of voices chanted​ their names. Static‍‍​ electricity seemed to‌‍ course through every‍‌ corner of his⁠ body.

And⁠‌‌ if he felt‌ like that, having‍‌ been through it‌​‌ many times—how must​‌‌ Victoria feel? Better⁠‍⁠ to leave that​⁠ to the imagination.​​‍

Victoria⁠ turned her gaze​‌ from the crowd⁠⁠‌ to him.

She‍ dried her hand‌‌ on the hem⁠ of her skirt​ and offered it⁠​ for a shake.​

“It‍‍​ was an honor‌‌ to share this​‌ with you.”

“Win⁠​ no matter what⁠​ in the final‌ match.”

He⁠‌‍ gripped her hand.‌​‌

“Yes.”​‌​

Victoria‌​ smiled without any​ shadow.

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