Their Predictions As Aria watched the light shining under the door, she thought to herself.
What shall she do? Should she believe what they said?
She pushed aside that notion with a shake of her head.
(We are knights. We owe our loyalty to the kingdom. To believe the words of a traitor would be like casting that loyalty aside. But⌠I want to believe Princess Yua.)
If it wasnât for Yuaâs words, she would have completely ignored whatever it was that Veena said.
Should she keep her fangs bared at the traitor, or keep them behind her lips for the princess? She really didnât know what to do.
Conflicted, an argument breaks out in her mind.
âVeena is an enemy of the kingdom and the people! We have to kill her at all costs!â
âDid you not see how happy Princess Yua was?! If we killed Veena she would be thrown into despair. To even think of doing such a thing would be like betraying the King and late Queen.â
âPrincess Yua is still young and naĂŻve. Is it not the duty of knights like us to lead her down the right path?â
âYoung and naĂŻve is fine! Thereâs no need for her to be tainted by this ugly world!â
âYouâre too soft! Far too soft!â
Whilst the debate raged on in her brain, a soft voice from behind her jolted her out of it.
âCaptain Aria. What is the plan?â
Even if they ask, thereâs not much she can do if she canât move.
âWell, the right opportunity hasnât come yet. For now, we have to wait.â
Her subordinate nodded reluctantly as she whispered that. Instead of being dissatisfied with the order, it seems to be a case of anxiety, which is understandable. Their Captain had been defeated handily, and the Vice-Captain who was stronger than all of them had defected over to Veenaâs side.
It would be strange not to be anxious in this kind of situation.
(For the sake of the country, I definitely need to bring Yua back home⌠I just need some more time to think.)
She fell back into her thoughts as she lay bound.
âMother, I just arrived in the city of Takrath. Iâm currently at Onee-samaâs house.â
A hushed voice echoes in the bathroom, only barely louder than the drops of water falling from the ceiling onto the tiles below.
It was Leenaâs voice.
Leenaâs long, glossy black hair was bundled up under a towel and she had immersed in the hot water all the way up to her chin, resting on the edge of the bath.
âThey havenât handed it over yet.â
If you looked at her without knowing anything, youâd think she was talking to herself and wonder if she was alright in the head. But, sheâs sane. She hasnât lost her mind yet.
Itâs just that she can hear a voice that others canât.
âMother, youâre saying I should just take it? I donât want to do that. Onee-sama would hate me.â
The voice that only she can hear belongs to her mother.
âNo, I will still retrieve it for you, but if Onee-sama hates me for it please speak up for me afterwardâŚâ
Leena says reluctantly. Her shoulders drooped dejectedly.