"As a mother, I'm very proud of the performance my children displayed in this Combat Festival."
The Queen looked at Charles Aethelmont, Stella Aethelmont, and even Tristin Aethelmont, who stood among the students waiting to receive their awards.
Charles felt a little embarrassed as he remembered how badly he had lost to Ravenor.
While Stella looked even more embarrassed. Although she tried to maintain her composure, the memory of her own performance still bothered her. There were many people watching the ceremony, and she could not help wondering what they thought of her result.
Tristin, however, was far from embarrassed.
His teeth ground against each other as his fist tightened at his side. The ranking had already irritated him, but remembering the person who had defeated him made his anger even worse.
This is so unforgivable.
He could still remember the circumstances of his defeat, and the thought alone was enough to make his expression darken.
