The old man, Eve, Victoria, Grey, and Sophie watched as the princess stood victorious, drenched in blood. She had proven herself beyond doubt.
Despite leading one of the weakest groups of followers, her mastery of the Lightning Gold Grimoire, which unleashed devastating attacks, and the Wind Silver Grimoire, which granted her effortless speed, had carried her to triumph.
Her victory was no fluke.
From his icy throne, the King nodded in approval.
"Thank you, my king," the princess respectfully said, bowing her head slightly.
"Hahaha! No, it is I who must thank you," the King replied, his voice filled with pleasure. "You are among the bravest and wisest of them all."
"Such praise is unworthy of me, King," she humbly refused. "The credit belongs to my two Grimoires."
