Sighs of regret burst out here and there. It was a reaction opposite to when Olivia made a mistake.

Because everyone was united in hoping for Sara Pavlova to trample on the iron-faced opponent.

Annoying.

Sara bit the inside of her cheek, twisting her eyes as she gnawed at the flesh on the inside of her cheek.

How did such a powerful and accurate serve come out of sheer luck? She knew that the possibility of that was slim.

As expected, was it a strategy?

Her wrist ached as she adjusted the racket. She had been careless.
Having been hit by a completely different strong shot from before, Sara lowered her waist and stared at Olivia.

The woman lifted the ball again.

Here it comes!

Bang! Piercing through the sunlight that stung the eyes, the ball flew fast and strong.

“I have eyes too.”

In a dry tone, the weather was dry.

The executive who mechanically read down the numbers written in the report closed his mouth.

It was raining. Thick raindrops beat against the conference room window.

Johan twisted his wrist, which was resting on his chin, and looked at his wristwatch. The match must have started by now.

The first game of Olivia Blanchett, who was his wife.

Johan ran his greasy fingers over his chin. The meeting was getting boringly long.

“So. What’s the countermeasure?”

People expressed their anger in various ways.

In Johan’s case, his gray eyes darkened, and an eerie silence fell over him. Just like now.

An executive who felt trapped in the eye of a typhoon swallowed a dry spit and muttered with a crawling voice.

“…It might be better to withdraw.”

The shares of Hessen Steel, taken over by Leopold Saga after the colonial rule of Rondos and the internal war in Hessen, plummeted.

So far, he had been babbling about the damage situation.

In the unstable political situation, factories and companies owned by Rondos businessmen were indiscriminately attacked in riots occurring everywhere.

To minimize human and financial losses, it was best to withdraw even now.

“Is that the conclusion?”

“….”

In the especially sharp gaze, the executive fell silent again.

Now, the executives just glanced at each other and sighed in the meeting room.

Johan threw his gaze outside the now opaque window.

Sara Pavlova, was it? Johan recalled the woman’s championship history from the article.

Can she really win? No matter how hard he tried, it was hard to imagine Olivia playing tennis.

“It will end when you capture the king. Do I really have to withdraw?”

In a voice flowing with boredom, the executives’ attention focused on Johan.

It was a matter of catching the leader of the armed resistance group called the ‘Torch of Hessen.’

However, it was a headache because there was no information on where he was hiding. So, the Queen sent an assassination unit.

Mikhail, a member of the Rondos elite special forces, also known as the Black Shadow.

“Let’s observe a little more.”

Johan checked the time as if it were a habit.

“If it goes that way, the risk-”

“The situation will be resolved within a month.”

Johan said it freely.

“The next agenda is…”

“Let’s stop here. I have a schedule.”

“….”

Johan, who had thrown on his jacket, suddenly stood up from his seat.

The executives just stared blankly as Johan walked away.

Johan Leopold, the ruler of the world, stood up during a meeting.

“Mr. President?”

Even Maurice was puzzled, watching Johan’s back getting further away.

It was uncertain whether the urgent schedule was the reason for the hurried steps echoing in the meeting room.

Literally, it was a close battle.
Sara Pavlova, the top-ranked player, even if that’s the case, where on earth is that woman hiding, and has she only now appeared?

People watching a fiercely contested match, be it in women’s singles, no, men’s singles, or doubles, were captivated by the intense competition unfolding before their eyes as Olivia Blanchett, who could be counted on one hand in terms of skill, emerged like a goddess.

Sara Pavlova was trailing in the early stages of the second set, 1-3. Mistakes continued in her specialty, volley, and she eventually had to concede the second set to Olivia. Now, the one who takes the first set wins.

‘So annoying!’ Sara Pavlova, with her forehead wrinkled as much as possible, lofted the ball high. With a bang, Olivia ran towards the ball. A long rally with no concessions ensued. The long skirt that came down to her knees wrapped around Olivia’s legs. The thin fabric long-sleeved blouse stuck to her sweaty arms, starting to resist her movements.

Until now, Sara had never sweated so much. “Jegiral!” An expletive slipped out. Sara glared at Olivia. Her seemingly slender body turned out to be unexpectedly solid. She seemed not tired at all. Just that fact made Sara anxious, and her blood dried up.

Game score 5:4, a barely opened score gap. Please, just one point! Sara’s heart became desperate. By all means, she had to finish before Olivia made it 5-5, reaching the deuce situation. However, Sara’s stamina was already hitting rock bottom.
Please, just one point!

Sara’s heart became desperate.

By all means, she had to finish before Olivia made it 5-5, reaching the deuce situation.

However, Sara’s stamina was already hitting rock bottom.