"Oh, my scholars, did you just see what she did?!"
A Young Nobleman standing among the spectators pointed toward the Fight Platform with a shocked expression on his face.
He was still staring at Diane Bergwyn, who stood on the platform as if the fight that had just ended had barely been worth the effort.
"Lady Priscilla threw everything she had, but My Ice Queen broke through everything without wasting any time."
A young lady from another section of the spectators spoke excitedly, her hands interlocked in front of her chest while her eyes remained fixed on Diane with open admiration.
"I told you Lady Diane Bergwyn was going to win."
Another young lady, this time among the First-Year students of the Royal Academy, spoke with the same confidence.
The expression on her face was almost identical to those worn by many of Diane Bergwyn's fans.
For the people who had followed the Combat Festival from the beginning, the result wasn't exactly surprising.
