"Janrose wins!" The referee announced the result and the crowd immediately erupted into cheers.
Janrose retrieved her sword and put it back on its scabbard. She then went down the arena while smiling at the crowd.
Grace stared at her figure and sighed. She was convinced of her defeat.
"Are you alright?" Julie Irish Urgel asked her sister the moment she got down the arena.
Grace nodded but shook her head. "I didn't even have the chance to win against her. She's too strong, probably stronger than Alec." She muttered.
Julie rubbed her sister's head and smiled. "It's fine. Janrose is two small levels stronger than you so it is normal to be defeated. Besides, the sword technique she used is also powerful and mysterious. I haven't seen anything like that before. I believe many noble households will show interest in her swordsmanship." She was also thinking about why Janrose didn't use that sword technique before. Was there a reason?
