As Meyer was preparing to step down from the stage, a voice stopped her, "Miss Meyer, please wait."
Meyer frowned slightly and looked up. To her surprise, it was Leotis, the deputy leader of the Danish Royal Knights, who had called her.
Because of Meyer's good friend—the other shining star of the European knights—she and Leotis, while not quite "friends," were at least familiar acquaintances.
"What's the matter, Leotis?"
The handsome Leotis strode up to the stage, his eyes undisguised with fervor. "Miss Meyer, I didn't expect that after a year, your strength would have improved so much. Watching you has made my hands itch! How about we have a match?"
Meyer knew Leotis wasn't just saying this to get close to her. His eyes were filled with a fervent fighting spirit. With opponents hard to find, Meyer was also eager for a match with someone equally strong. Naturally, she nodded without hesitation.