Gina Grant clicked her tongue after the dust had settled and began packing up her Magitech Cards.
The duel had reached that point, yet she had ultimately failed to claim victory. Naturally, she was unwilling to accept it.
If they did it again, she naturally believed she would perform better. During the lunch break afterward, she received an invitation from the royal family. But like Slake Holmes, she was already a member of the Hidden Snake.
Saint Marian Academy naturally could not overlook such a dazzling uncut gem. And when recruiting Gina Grant, the Academy had paid a small price.
—They had secured an invitation to the Night of Prophecy for her.
Enough idle chatter.
The psychological game in this duel had actually been extremely layered.
Joe William had put a tremendous amount of thought into interpreting it during the post-match analysis. To the audience, his interpretation sounded quite plausible, but in reality, it differed greatly from the truth.
After all, he was not omniscient and did not know exactly how much each side had held back.
And when Pandora accepted the winner's interview, she did not mention it at all. She merely kept complaining that Gina Grant had been too clingy, making the president of the Astrology Club's brow twitch incessantly.
"Failed in the duel, then got ruthlessly humiliated afterward!" "Pandora Doragon, I'll remember that name!" Naturally, she wrote it down in her little notebook.
Gina Grant shouted in her heart, Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—don't look down on a poor young girl! Then, stamping her feet in indignation, she left the Duelist Platform.
The post-match analysis segment afterward ran beyond its scheduled fifteen minutes.
Joe William could not help but go into too much detail, but the audience response was extremely