In response, the head olive merely nodded approvingly, as if to say "go for it, enjoy the triumph to your heart's content," having decided that Alsira's hands were, in fact, itching to throw herself into all these events.
— Thank you for your trust, my lady. I shall do everything in my power not to tarnish the honor of Olivus. — bowing to the olive, Alsira signs up for all the competitions except archery.
There was no doubt a grain of truth in her superior's assumption. Should a situation arise in their homeland that could not be resolved peacefully, it would be useful to know one's weaknesses in advance and to gain valuable knowledge about soon-to-be allies and enemies on the political arena, or even to raise one's prestige in the eyes of potential allies. And besides that, she wanted at least once to defeat someone worthy other than a training dummy, though the knightess did not hold much optimism on that score.