"..." Frey remained silent.
In fact, at that moment, her mind was a bit muddled— the last move she used was clearly one she remembered in a panic from seeing Brand use before— she didn't think much of it when she saw Brand use it back then, but recalling it now, those moves were incredibly practical.
However, she thought that if it were Brand using it, he certainly wouldn't have hurt his own hand.
"I admit defeat." The senior student sitting on the ground was stunned for a moment, then finally raised his hand. Frey then saw the black-haired female knight who was the referee walk into the field. With her face as cold as always, she separated the two and turned to look at her.
"I heard you've been on the battlefield?" Nimesis asked in a cold tone.
Frey, however, noticed a deep suspicion in her eyes—she rarely saw any excess emotions in those black eyes, as if this female knight always wore a cold, icy mask—but at this moment, the mask seemed to have cracked a bit.
