It had started at around nine in the evening, so they had fought for two hours.
They had said it would only be an hour at first, yet it ended up lasting this long.
No, it was really because of her.
White analyzed it inwardly.
The stage was currently presenting her thoughts, so these words were mainly for the audience as well.
For the first hour, White had merely been beaten one-sidedly.
The Sword Skill White had used then was Artoria's original swordsmanship.
But after that bout of teasing, Artoria's competitive spirit had been provoked.
Her attacks became like raging waves.
So at that point, White switched her swordsmanship.
It was Saviour's Swordsmanship.
The battle should have ended right then.
But because of that, Artoria began another round of attacks.
And so, after going around in circles, another hour passed.
Artoria's fighting was utterly merciless too. White was practically like a mouse driven into a corner by a cat.
"But this kind of swordsmanship really does seem effective..."
Earlier, no matter how she defended, she would still suffer "fatal wounds."
If they had not been using bamboo swords, she would have been killed a hundred times over already.
Yet during the latter hour, even though Artoria's offensive had become fiercer, White had occasionally managed to block her attacks.
She could not say for certain that she had grown stronger, but White felt that she had become accustomed to this kind of battle.
"Fighting with magic really is very different."
White sighed.
"Good work. Does anything hurt, White?"
Coming back to her senses, White found Artoria standing beside her.
White did not have a body that sweated.
Her gradually fairy-like constitution meant that White almost never sweated. Though she had not completely lost the ability, under normal circumstances, White would not