A few seconds had passed and Haniel still had her head lowered, looking like a defeated warrior all the while she was surrounded by the seemingly lifeless bodies of her comrades. Her thoughts were now in disarray as she tried to blame her incompetence, again and again, until nothing but reproach for herself was left roaming on her mind.
'Damn it! How could I call myself one of the Knights of the Round Table if I have given on living this early?! Why?!'
If only there was someone who could provide some words of comfort for the Duchess, it would pull her out of her episode. However, there was no one that could at the moment. Thus, it was inevitable that she was slowly sinking the depth of the sea of her negativities. But fret not, for there was light in the midst of the darkness that she was creating. Her will to live was reinstated by what Iophiel had done.
