"Oh, Miss Iris..."
Peering through the transparent wine glass, Lyra gazed at the foreign princess before her, dressed in an elegant long gown exuding noble grace, her tone sincere.
"At that time, I never got the chance to properly thank you."
"You are a true knight."
When she held an overwhelming advantage and her opponent was trapped in a breakthrough state, unable to continue fighting, Iris didn't choose to end the match immediately. Instead, she gave Lyra a fair chance to defeat her honorably.
This wasn't some inconsequential group stage match, it was the final deciding who would claim the championship, watched by tens of thousands.
Compared to her outstanding magical prowess that clearly set her apart from her peers, Iris's extraordinary demeanor was even more precious.
Hearing Lyra's heartfelt praise, Iris slightly pursed her lips.
"I believe under those circumstances, Miss Lyra would have made the same decision I did."
