As the classroom chatter faded into the distance, Guest was organizing the day's lessons in his mind while packing up to leave. When he glanced up, Celeste was suddenly standing right in front of him, and unexpected words tumbled from her lips. "Guest, duel me. (This is how I'll make you mine.)"

Celeste's amber eyes burned with unwavering determination. There wasn't a trace of doubt in that piercing stare. As if announcing a future already carved in stone, her words rang through the empty classroom. "I won't wait any longer. I've made my decision, so you'll comply. Whatever you say, this duel will happen. If I win, you become my fiancé. If I lose, I'll grant you any single request. I'll be waiting at the training grounds tomorrow evening at dusk."

"This duel will decide our future—yours and mine. If I win, you become my fiancé. But if I lose, I'll grant you one wish. Now then, you can't escape from me!" Celeste's words carried an absolute authority that left no room for argument. She was approaching this duel with her overwhelming feelings for Guest locked tight in her heart. The classroom practically vibrated with Celeste's iron resolve.