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"Well then, there's no need to be too upset," thought Emilia, congratulating the winner.
— Thank you. I saw how you handle the bow. Perhaps it's a good thing that you serve as a judge in the tournament and the melee.
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- The winner is Lady Stefania Valentine, Knight of the Wind!
- Nothing less was to be expected from a knight of Gildaria, — Adalard Grimm announced with approval in his voice, as if forgetting that the girl had failed to distinguish herself with a victory in the tournament.
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-- Congratulations, my lady Stefania, — Axel approached the girl to pinch her ass congratulate the winner. — I'm not surprised that you turned out to be the best marksman. And most importantly, you wiped the nose of that centaurophobe.
The knight spoke the last words in a whisper, so that only Stefania could hear.
The girl dodged the attempt to pinch her ass.
— Thank you, — the girl, with a happy smile on her face as if she had just been handed a bouquet of flowers, shook Axel's hand, then quietly added in a whisper:
— And that chocolate maniac too.
The remark could only be heard by the knight of Deus, and that was all she needed. Stefania accepted all the congratulations and headed toward Adalard:
— My lord, permission to report, — the girl, out of her military habit, saluted her liege. — In the intervals between tournament fights, I analyzed some of the battles. I decided to review not only my own duels but also all the fights we had the chance to observe. Perhaps knowledge of the strengths and weaknesses of other knights will prove useful in the future.
The girl showed Adalard a stack of already prepared reports and clarified whether he planned to review them himself first, or if everything should be handed over to the responsible person immediately. Having finished with the work formalities, Stefania added:
— I also cannot fail to note how Lord Aldelion distinguished himself in the archery competition. I don't know who taught him to shoot, but that instructor achieved magnificent results! A rare marksman at such a young age can make 9 hits out of 10 in a volley. If Lady Amelia were alive, she would be absolutely delighted.
In truth, Stefania still felt a pang of regret that she had not managed to take at least third or fourth place in the tournament. Winning a fight against two of the three knights of Deus was already worth a lot, and yet, as a knight of Gildaria, she wished to achieve more. Instead, the girl had only managed to show a high result in the rather sheltered conditions of target shooting.
Some colleague might say that was great, but her seemingly sincere and genuine joy was marred by such an important detail. She felt she had not done enough, and that could not help but upset her. Those around her, however, could only see the radiant smile of the Knight of the Wind. What was truly in her heart at that moment could only be understood by those who truly knew Stefania.
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