"Let's call it a day, Seventh Knight."
The man in military uniform sheathed his rapier, saying no more. Orianna saw the disappointment in his eyes, but she was at a loss for words.
"Yes, Prince Jackson." She bowed her head, replying with remorse.
The training in the dueling arena lasted for about an hour, during which she failed to summon the power of the Final Sword even once. Not to mention the disappointment of the sparring partner who had specifically taken time to check on her progress, even she was utterly disappointed in herself. Orianna dared not lift her head; she couldn't face the gaze of her colleagues around her, let alone see herself as she was now—a shameful failure who repeatedly let everyone down.
"Hard work, Miss Orianna. Have a drink first."
A bottle of energy drink was handed to her, and Orianna subconsciously accepted it, looking up to meet Mo Yuankai's smile.
"Ah!" Orianna exclaimed softly, "Mr. Mo! How come you're..."
