Wynhorn suddenly realized at that moment that she was considering too much, worrying about too much. That was right, she was a swordswoman.
It sounded like she was simply being instigated by Ryu, but as far as Wynhorn was concerned, disagreeing only because she was worried about being painted in such a light would be nothing short of childish and immature. She herself knew the truth and that was all that mattered.
Wynhorn matched Ryu's gaze once more, her calm returning.
"I can't tell whether you are brave or foolish."
Ryu didn't respond, he didn't feel the need to. Ultimately, he wouldn't be the one to decide which of them he was, maybe only the result itself could do so. Plus, as far as he was concerned, bravery had nothing to do with it. Being brave implied that he had a fear to overcome to begin with. And the Martial Gods…?
He didn't fear them.
