Ple-Sen
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Neya didn't know what to feel about their latest victory – it had been much harder than the previous one, but at the same time, it felt more hollow. As if they had played into the opponent's hands, despite the formal victory. There wasn't that satisfying feeling that they had put Rynza in her place. After all, the deranged empress oversaw both academies, and such a fierce rivalry between them only benefited her – a demonstration of her talents as a leader. Or it would have, if the audience hadn't perceived what happened as professionals mocking a group of amateurs. Of course, those same idiots didn't want to think about how these amateurs had made it to the quarterfinals of the tournament. It was doubly unpleasant to feel that Linnea herself had done only one thing during the entire battle – she had lost consciousness from a machine-gun burst. She had never suspected that victory could be so humiliating.