"W-What just happened?!"
A non-noble in the crowd shouted in complete confusion.
His hands were still gripping the railing in front of his seat, and his eyes remained fixed on the fight platform. A moment ago, Diane Bergwyn had been surrounded by the red mist, while Phiora's Holly blades were flying toward her from several directions.
Then everything had changed.
"Wait… I actually thought Lady Diane Bergwyn had lost."
A female first-year student spoke while staring at the platform.
She still looked frightened by the thought of her favorite young Alchemist losing the match. Her fingers were pressed against her chest, and her shoulders had only just relaxed after the tension that had gripped her body.
"So, that means…"
Another voice came from the crowd.
The speaker was still trying to understand what it meant for Diane to be standing behind Phiora with her slim sword against her neck.
The answer came before anyone could finish asking.
"WINNER!!!"
