Griselda shifted her gaze towards Lyan, her eyes filled with an uneasy mix of emotions. There was a slight quiver in her voice when she finally spoke, her usual confidence wavering.
"Is this your plan, Lyan...?" she asked, almost accusingly.
Lyan could see how shaken she was, the way her eyes flickered between him and Wilhelmina. He knew this was difficult for her—facing the past was never easy, especially for a knight like Griselda who had once failed in battle, dying alongside her comrades. To her, it wasn't just death. She carried the burden of leading them into that fate, feeling she had failed everyone who believed in her. The regret was clear, a shadow that clung to her even after all these years.
