Evalyn lay limp on the ground, her gaze blank and filled with disbelief.
"I… lost?" she muttered, confused and bewildered.
Nolan, whom she had always considered weak, had soundly defeated her.
What's more, the defeat had come in a field she had mastered since childhood—swordplay.
It felt like a dream, something impossible. Yet the reality was right before her eyes—Nolan had truly defeated her.
Nolan extended his left hand, and Evalyn took it.
Once she was back on her feet, she glared at Nolan.
"How could you have such skill and reflexes? Have you been hiding your strength all this time?"
Nolan smiled and replied casually, "You're overestimating me. I'm just a lazy, useless prince. I was just lucky to beat you."
"No! You're lying!" Evalyn gripped his shoulders, her eyes sharp with anger. "Tell me—have you been hiding your strength?"
Evalyn admitted she wasn't in the right state of mind today. She had been unable to make any progress, which had left her frustrated.
