The Revenant had left a note on the RoundTable for the Duchess. Wanting to duel the woman.

The doll woman stands on the shore, she glances up at the Duchess. “One more time. Ready?”

The Revenant summoned all of her spirts to fight the Duchess. “I’ll kill you. Unless you fell me first.” The Doll’s monotone voice calls out.

Eventually, the Duchess beats the Revenant. The doll falling to the ground. “I yield.”

The Doll stands to her feet. “Do you see now? You are strong.” The doll holds onto her arm, her pride obviously wounded.

“And only the strong can wield true power. The weak have no such privilege.” The doll glances up at the Duchess again.

“But with strength comes the burden of duty. Did it ever occur to you that this is precisely why you are here?”

“Take this, if you understand me. Now. Not a word of this to anyone.” The doll holds out the Crown Medal.

“You really don’t hold back, do you? I was only trying to give you a nudge, and you practically ground me into the dust…” The doll’s monotone voice breaks slightly.

“Well.” The doll glares up at the Duchess. “Now I know where I stand, in your eyes.”

The Doll was obviously pissed off at being beaten so easily but hid it rather well.