Breathing heavily, Sara Pavlovaya stared at Olivia.

“I’m annoyed.”

The game had gone on for over two hours, but Olivia showed no signs of fatigue. She maintained precise movements and concise steps.

Whether she was a natural powerhouse or it was due to her unconventional attire, for whatever reason, the deuce situation had to be avoided at all costs.

Absolutely.

Olivia regulated her breathing.

Just one point!

Her heart raced.

The gazes of Princess Anblin and Olivia clashed. With an unreadable expression on her face, Anblin stared at Olivia.

Don’t give in.

Stepping on the grass, she put force into her leading two legs.

Definitely!

Olivia lowered her upper body. Twirling the racket with both hands and firmly gripping it, she awaited the incoming ball.

The ball soared.

“Haah!”

Simultaneously with a roar, it fell into the service box. Olivia effortlessly swept away the bouncing ball.

In that moment, Sara, spotting an empty space, swiftly exerted force on her wrist.

Slightly angling the shot towards the left corner, she quickly pierced the ball near the net.

“!”

Olivia, who was standing near the right line, kicked off the ground and started sprinting.

I won!

A person, especially a woman, couldn’t be faster than a flying ball.

In the reckless resistance, it was the moment when Sara Pavlovaya, Anblin, and all the spectators were about to break into a smile of reversal.

“Hat!”

Olivia, spreading her slender white legs widely, slid across the grass as if gliding.

Gripping the racket with both hands, Olivia let out a scream and accurately struck the ball that was flying perilously.

My goodness!

She succeeded in that!

Cheers poured out from the stands.

In the face of Olivia’s dramatic drop shot, the bewildered Sara belatedly started running towards the net.

However, the ball, grazing the racket head, helplessly rolled backward.

“Deuce!”

The umpire’s declaration resonated across the clear sky. Sara Pavlovaya felt the sky singing.

Simultaneously, Anblin’s lips trembled with dryness.

Edgar’s gaze, having thoroughly enjoyed the scene, gradually shifted towards Olivia.

My checkmate.

Under the scorching sun, Olivia, breathing heavily, shoulders rising and falling, seemed like a small white wolf.

“Olivia Blanshet, the fiery divine entrance.”

‘Slump of Ice on the Court’ Sara Pavlovaya’s slump is unusual.

Although she was empty-handed without a championship cup at the Dublin Tournament multiple times, losing to the divine Olivia Blanshet in the finals this year is undeniably shocking.

Did the ice melt, or did the flames extinguish?

On that afternoon, exclamations were raised throughout Litton Heights.

Madam Marie displayed her skills after a long time.

In the cozy dining room overlooking the Adam River, where the frozen Bichen River could be seen, a splendid table was set, rivaling a court banquet.

When the luxurious tableware and ornate candlesticks, undoubtedly sourced from the Ranslotte Hotel, were added, it became an even more plausible feast.
“For Olivia, the Sacred!”

Russell Junior, who was reciting the cheer article, raised a champagne glass with rising bubbles and shouted.

Seated around the round table, Elaine, her husband, and Madam Lauren also lifted their glasses.

“Thank you, everyone.”

With a clear voice, the glasses clinked, and Olivia smiled brightly.

Elaine, as usual, led the atmosphere cheerfully, as befitting her personality.

She got along quite well with Russell Junior.

Amidst their chatter, the warm candlelight flickered on the richly set table, and laughter filled the air.

“But Lord Viscount wasn’t invited?”

Elaine, after carving a spice-filled and crisply roasted leg of duck, asked while placing it on a plate.

“He seemed busy…”

With a faint smile, Olivia trailed off at the end of her words.

It was a suitable excuse.

A party for athletes, tournament officials, and invited journalists was held at the Ranslotte Hotel today.

That man had to be there. She didn’t want to cause any trouble.

And it might hurt a bit if he rejected the invitation.

Olivia stared at the flower vase decorating the table while holding the cutlery.

‘Congratulations on your first victory.’

After the game, in the corridor leading to the waiting room, Edgar was waiting.

In his hand, he held a modest bouquet.

Grandmother suddenly came to mind.

On graduation day, she approached the child, who held a pretty bouquet against her chest, surrounded by family, and asked if she could borrow the bouquet for a moment.

At that time, she had seen her grandmother’s bent back stoop even more deeply.

In the photo, Grandma smiled brightly, but the girl was huddled over the flowers with a flushed face.

The bouquet meant such things to her. Memories of embarrassing times during impoverished days.

Olivia just stared at the pile of flowers that seemed far away.

‘Why do you dislike flowers?’
‘… Oh, no. It’s not that. …It’s just the first time.’
‘The first time. That’s a nice thing to hear.’

The man laughed again.