"Me... Fighting the Fourth Prince...?"
Eve gaped at Axel, unable to believe what he had just said.
Seeing her confusion, Axel frowned slightly, patting her head as he asked, "What? You don't want to? Then I'll—"
"N-No!"
Before he could retract his words, Eve sprang into action.
She wiped her tears roughly, her expression transforming into one of firm determination as she declared, "I'll do it. I'll fight him!"
It was the look of someone who had made a decision to move forward.
And for that to happen, a single sacrifice would be necessary.
Time passed quickly after that.
Ignoring the knights still writhing in pain from Teruria's curse combo, Axel approached the broken prince. In his hand was a small vial containing a blue liquid.
"Here, drink this."
Axel said, tossing the vial—the potion—toward him.
"This is a potion to heal your injuries and restore your missing hand. I wouldn't want you to claim that Eve only won because of your unfavorable condition."
