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Gulveig's fighting spirit was severely weakened by her previous defeat, but she still decided to participate in the tenth tournament. This time, her hope lay in suitable opponents and her own accuracy.
"However, there is another advantage. I am a difficult target; if someone engages me for a long time, they will lose points. Therefore, it is beneficial to attack others and hope that my shield's durability runs out."
"It's a shame that I have low damage and speed. It's not yet clear what to do about that, but..."
"Mother, help me," she said aloud, taking her shield and spear in her hands.
/I manually./