**Elizabeth's POV**

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"Why? Are you afraid of losing to her?" asked the King, laughing.

Princess Shirley looked my figure up and down, from head to toe, clenched her fist, and said, "No. I will not lose to her! Let's fight!"

Although I was still confused, I had a vague feeling that they had called me not just to scold me for beating the princess. They may have other ideas, but I don't care.

If the King wants me to fight his precious daughter again, so be it. I'm not going to go easy on Princess Shirley just because he's there.

The princess gracefully carried her skirt down the steps...