The Goddess of Victory raised Hannah’s hand.

It wasn’t an overwhelming victory.

The flow of the battle had been in Hannah’s favor, but Mikhail’s swordsmanship was much better than I had thought.

If only Mikhail had been a bit calmer, or rather, if I hadn’t stopped him at the beginning, the Goddess of Victory might have raised someone else’s hand.

Mikhail’s downfall was that he had ignored his accumulating injuries. Hannah’s sword was like a venomous poison that subtly gnawed at his windpipe.

If not for that, the duel would have been longer, and Mikhail …