Nene hasn't felt this way in ages, not since she first stepped up as the Aces' advisor. A certain feeling pulsates in her chest, one that she'd rather avoid: dread.

You, who rebelled against the monarchy, who she played a part in defeating years ago, have the upper hand in this duel.

She lets out a groan of pain as she feels your sword brush against her neck, but she doesn't fall. Not yet.

"You're still playing these games with me…" She huffs. "But I won't give in."