Having reached the position just one step away from the championship, even Lyra, who usually relies on confidence, wanted to make one more effort, thinking she might continue her streak of upsets and seize the crown.
The title of champion in the Magic Exchange Tournament, glory that will resound throughout the entire Valeria Empire, held immense allure for Lyra.
Hearing the pink-haired girl's bright, clear voice echo through the private box, Astrid gave an almost imperceptible smile. Her long right leg crossed over her left knee, the soft, smooth calf covered in black stockings gently pressed against her thigh, producing a highly textured, alluring sound with every subtle rub.
"A soldier who doesn't want to become a general isn't a good soldier. Just having this fighting spirit means you've already won half the battle," Astrid said softly, her crimson eyes fixed on Lyra beside her.
