White Dew Fortress, training grounds.
When Marquis Vincent walked in, the duel was nearing its end.
With a delicate shout, a rich holy light engulfed the whole scene like spilled mercury, and then three knights from the St. Prowse family tumbled to the ground in disgrace.
Clap clap clap!
Marquis Vincent clapped his hands as he approached, praising aloud: "Little sister, you must have been promoted to a sixth-rank knight, right?"
Anna in the center of the field, sheathed her sword, standing tall, graciously saluting the three knights across from her.
This youngest daughter of Duke St. Prowse was wearing enchanted armor forged from pure gold. The form-fitting design not only highlighted her beautiful figure, but also promised agility. The complicated magical patterns carved on the surface of the armor made it look delicate and magnificent.
