[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Pulchritudo]
[Banquet]
Gretel's brows furrowed.
For a moment, she simply stared at Iphigenia.
She had known almost nothing about the princess before this encounter beyond what mattered in a fight: her identity, her position, the danger she represented, and the fact that she possessed enough power to turn the estate into a weapon if she chose to. Whatever image Gretel had formed of her, responsibility had not been particularly high on the list.
It was not that her words themselves were extraordinary. They were simple and obvious.
But the way Iphigenia had said them was different.
There had been no attempt to make herself sound noble. It was certainly no dramatic declaration of compassion or insistence that she was a good person. She had simply spoken as though there were certain things a person in her position was obligated to do, whether they wanted to or not.
That was what mainly caught her off guard.
