Naria's eyes fluttered open, only to find herself confined within the familiar walls of the grim cell. A sardonic laugh involuntarily escaped her lips, betraying her contemptuous amusement.
"They never learn, do they?" she uttered with a biting sarcasm.
It was her second time trapped in this wretched place, and she had already unraveled its secrets. Unbeknownst to the knights, one of their own had unwittingly dragged her into this very cell a week prior. "Fools!" she seethed, vividly recalling the ordeals she had endured.
The false accusations of thievery, the callous treatment inflicted upon her, and Miraila's treacherous portrayal of her as a haughty, formidable figure.
Not a single knight had come to her aid. No one harbored any affection or concern for her existence within these walls. She was utterly dispensable.
