Raymond walked calmly back onto the stage.
His boots echoed against the battered platform while the smell of burnt vines and smoke still lingered massively in the air from Lyra and Page's battle.
"Winner…"
He paused briefly while glancing at Lyra.
"Lyra Ashburn."
The announcement immediately caused cheers to erupt again.
The few Ashburn nobles present stood proudly while clapping and even the Laverdale nobles applauded as well.
Although Page lost…
The level of alchemy control and combat she displayed during the fight was enough to make many nobles look at her more differently now.
Several Elders nodded lightly in approval.
A thirteen-year-old Binder Rank capable of that level of alchemy execution and combat instinct was not something ordinary.
Meanwhile…
Several nurses quickly rushed onto the stage.
Lyra was still laughing while waving toward Vera's group despite the fact blood lightly dripped from parts of her body.
