"It's over, Miss Lyra."
Dorry had indeed been too careless, not even noticing whether her attacks were effective before launching them against this freshman.
Thankfully, this was just a spar. If it were a battlefield, she might have lost her life.
"No need to record the time."
Feeling the wooden sword move away from her chest, Dorry turned to the recorder.
"Lyra Beckett has defeated the examiner in practical sparring. Her score for this subject is full marks."
Whether it was because she had let her guard down or hadn't fought the examinee at full spiritual energy, losing was losing, with no other explanation.
Hearing Dorry's confirmation of her score, Lyra exhaled heavily, her head drooping weakly, a faint smile curling her lips.
Full marks in the practical test... she had really done it...
This way, perhaps she hadn't let down Princess Astrid's expectations.
