"A waste of potential."
Lefae's words crushed Rena's spirit. After twenty minutes of sparring, her opponent had yet to move an inch. Just as she had at the start of the bout, the black-haired princess stood with her rapier limply hanging from her fingertips.
As for her own appearance, 'ragged' would be an understatement. Rena's tightly bound hair had come loose. Dirt smears and scrape marks ran along her face and body from being tossed about like a ragdoll. All without the princess giving her so much as a meaningful glance. This distance between them felt nothing like an Advance Rank and a Master.
"There's definitely a reason people call you the next King Ranker. You're using Mana Manipulation." She wiped sweat from her brow, taking this moment of rest. A few minutes ago, Lefae ordered the rest of the guards that did not serve under her to leave the training grounds. Other than a few token men and themselves, the arena was empty.
