When Ainsley looked at the guild members' straight backs, their resolute eyes, and their undying spirit, even when they were surrounded by many other forces who were all fearful and full of malicious intentions toward her as an 'alien'....
Those faces full of trust towards her even when they were hurt by the truth, yet still stubbornly just wanted to ask their guild founder whether they were wrong or not…
The trust they still had in their guild founder, even in the face of white lies that might destroy all their hard work all this time….
Seeing all of this, Ainsley really wanted to cry on the spot.
How could these people still have a sliver of trust in her, who was an 'alien'?
Just…how much they believed in her even in the face of an unknown situation?
Ainsley once again wanted to shed tears of mixed happiness and grievance.
