The tournament at the Meropide Fortress was one of the most anticipated events, drawing participants from all nations. Wriothesley, the Duke himself, was a regular competitor—he’d win almost every time or make it to the finals. Today, however, there was something different about his opponent. For the first time ever, a woman stood in the ring before him.

As expected, the crowd murmured with surprise, but Wriothesley remained unfazed. He wasn’t one to judge by looks or gender, but he couldn’t help but notice how petite she was compared to his own imposing frame. It was male vs. female, the Duke himself facing a challenger who seemed out of place in the ring.

The match began, and Wriothesley quickly realized she wasn’t what she appeared to be. Despite her smaller stature, her movements were precise and calculated. She wasn’t just a woman—she was a fighter, as skilled and determined as any man he’d faced.

The match was intense, and Wriothesley found himself pushing harder than he ever had before. Her speed and strategy were unlike anything he had expected. Each round, she proved she was not just a contender, but a threat.

By the end of the final round, both were breathing heavily. Wriothesley stepped back, sweat dripping from his brow, his respect for her evident. She had given him one of the toughest matches of his life.

The crowd cheered, and as they looked at the Duke, they knew this was no ordinary fight. Whether she won or lost, she had earned Wriothesley’s admiration.