Leandra bit her lip, deliberating whether she should approach Ciri right now.
She had to know who Ciri really was.
Above the dynamic between them, she knew Lucivar the most, or at least she believed that she knew him the most. She knew that he'd never let go of anyone who would get in the way between him and power, never.
Leandra had experienced it once, so she's the only one who knows.
Even the Feradith Family certainly suffered the same fate.
It was weird to see the problem between them one day disappear as if it had never been there.
She wasn't stupid enough to believe that it was resolved naturally.
No—Lucivar must've done something.
At this moment, she only knew that Lucivar was going to end Caldaros after the tournament.
In order for her to find out—the full scope of his plan, and also understand his mind better, she must approach Ciri. Leandra, don't believe Ciri being here is a coincidence—she must be tied somehow to all of this.
