Within the cold, indifferent eyes of the human before her, Radia glimpsed a chilling emotion—
And she knew exactly what it was—
Madness—
The same fervor she'd felt on the battlefield when they gazed upon their great lord, Lord Barushtain—
Only then did Radia realize—
Why the Lord favored this vassal so much—
This one was kindred to him—
And that was the last thought to cross her mind before her neck—
Boom!
"Calm down, now. This should suffice."
A voice—familiar yet alien—rang in her ears—
Not the deep male tone she knew, but a woman's—yet the soul-shaking resonance was unmistakable, inimitable—
"The lowly vassal Radia greets the Lord!"
"Yes, Radia. Hm… your division…"
"I'm with the Seventh Research Team!"
"Right. That's it. Hm."
At the sound of the Lord's voice, she flung herself flat on the ground—
She couldn't dare meet those eyes—
But as she stole a glance at the insolent vassal, shock gripped her—
'That… that lunatic hasn't sheathed her sword?!'
