Chapter 45 A Warrior

• Freya took a deep breath and held tightly to the sword. It had been light before, but now it felt a little heavy. At the side, everyone was watching with rapt attention, with the frail but at the foremost front.
• Now, she wished she would bite off her tongue for even suggesting a play because losing would be so embarrassing. Most of all, she would make a spectacle out of herself, and this was all thanks to the frail man.
• She still was going to just give it her all. Kyriaki was going to go easy on her, and she knew it, but it still was going to be disastrous because, at first, she knew she wanted to gauge her own weakness, so she had prepared to lose, but now that the frail man had angered Kyriaki who's brain was her fist, this was even going to be trickier. This was because Kyriaki's skill was a double-edged sword. He must have noticed that Kyriaki couldn't fully control her skills with an emotional lance that he had planted in her chest.