End of the Score Race

A glimmer of gloom flashed under Link's eyes, yet it was hidden again.

At least... until he has figured this out, this feeling of his should not be expressed.

"Link...?"

Waking up from her slumber, Villette rubbed her eyes in a daze, then saw Link, who had vaguely gathered his expression as if nothing had happened.

"You're awake?"

"Well..."

Link nodded, then asked.

"How did the hunting tournament turn out?"

"I fixed her."

Villette's face went cold.

"She would have been expelled from the academy a long time ago if it wasn't in a match but a duel."

"Well..."

Though that wasn't what Link mainly wanted to ask, seeing as Villette was furious, she was silent for a moment and then spoke slowly.

"Thanks..."

"You are my slave."

Villette blinked and said what was a matter of course for her.

"So what happened after the score?"

"Afterward Angie gave me her slave's scores, which totaled twelve."

"12 points... is a bit of a long shot."