"My victory. On this stage, confess all of your own sins. After that I will personally punch you flying. You lose by ring-out. You will be expelled from the academy immediately… and imprisoned as a criminal."
In the taut air only Aria's voice rang cold.
That gaze was sharp as a sword and did not move an inch.
"..."
There was no reply.
Only silence fell.
Rigel did not even move his gaze and kept an attitude as if ignoring even those words.
But she did not mind.
A winner's composure gave meaning even to a silent opponent.
(Now that it's over, it wasn't much. I didn't even need to spend myself with [Blade Marionette]. Most of the collection got broken, so I'll have to replenish it again. …Eh?)
It was the instant she breathed inside.
A sense of wrongness suddenly pierced the spine of her who had been getting drunk on the pleasure of victory.
The sense of mana perception went slightly off.
The scale, the magic tool symbolizing the trend of the match, seemed to creak.
