After Bruno's conversation with the Kaiser, the tournament came to an end, and Maximilian Keller was named the National Grand Prix champion.
An elaborate belt was wrapped around his waist while Eva begrudgingly handed off a small coin purse filled with her final wager to her younger sister, Elsa.
The Winter Goddess of Russia, as many called her, simply smirked smugly as she received her elder sister's loss, feigning the utmost civility behind words laced with contempt.
"It was a fair wager, beloved sister. Well played…."
Eva couldn't give voice to her inner thoughts. She knew exactly the game her younger sister was playing, but could not call the woman out on it. After all, they were no longer children, and bickering over such a petty matter was beneath them both.
Still, Eva was clearly soured by the loss, running immediately to her father, who was himself reaping the spoils of his own victories.
