The match between Nero and Elreth ended in his victory. The princess's expression darkened; her pride stung more than her body. She wanted a rematch. She had always known Nero was strong, but not to this degree. Her goal had been clear from the beginning—win decisively, overwhelm him, and use that triumph to draw him to her side. Yet her plan had crumbled before her eyes, leaving only bitter frustration in its place.
Nero, however, paid her mood no mind. He turned, ready to leave the stage and return to his seat, when he noticed Khione watching him. Her ice-blue eyes gleamed—not with disdain, but with the unmistakable hunger for battle. Cold and sharp, yet alight with fireless passion.
He had expected as much. A low chuckle escaped him.
"You want to spar with me too, don't you?" he asked, his crimson gaze meeting hers.
The Ice Queen did not hesitate, her voice calm and firm.
"I do."
Nero smirked. "I thought so."
