Nana's jaw dropped a bit, and she slowly moved her gaze back to the arena. Looking at the slender, tall and graceful figure of Lady Cessilia, she had a hard time imagining how she could be such a fighter that Tessandra would be worried for her opponent. She had only ever seen the gentle and caring Cessilia, who sometimes did get quite fierce and hard with her words, but she couldn't remember seeing her really wield a weapon. Every time, Tessandra had been the quickest to draw hers. Unlike her gentle-natured cousin, Tessa had always seemed to be the hot-blooded one, and not shy with her weapon, so much that Naptunie hadn't even thought Cessilia could also be a fighter...
"So she's... actually really good?" Muttered Nana.
"More than that," scoffed Tessandra. "She'll only ever lose to her
