"I never expected you to immerse yourself in the intricate politics of the seven families," Lucas remarked, his surprise evident in his voice. "And I certainly didn't anticipate you being aware of something as secretive as the Iron Souls."
Rosalind responded with a smile, but her attention drifted toward the cup of bitter tea placed in front of her. She had entered the room without expecting to find Lucas there; he had been occupied with various matters in the past few days.
"It was purely coincidental," Rosalind explained, pondering how to convey the truth without revealing her knowledge from a past life. "I began gathering information about the mercenary companies during the tide." She poured herself a cup of tea and then gracefully poured one for Lucas. Looking up at him, she flashed a warm smile. "While the Iron Souls had a renowned reputation, it struck me as odd that they did not assist the north during the tide. It piqued my curiosity."
