"Lady Sophie, this mission is a death trap. You can't be serious about this." Sharon's voice was tense, her brow furrowed with frustration. She paced back and forth in front of Sophie's desk, her fiery temper barely contained.
Sophie sat quietly, adjusting the straps on her gauntlet. The morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow across her chamber. Her expression remained calm, but inside, she could feel the weight of Sharon's words pressing on her. She knew the risks. But the decision was already made.
"I am serious, Sharon," Sophie replied, her tone firm but gentle. "This is something I need to do."
Sharon stopped in her tracks, spinning around to face her. "Need to do? No, my lady, you don't need to do anything except decline this mission. Let the others chase after ghost stories. You're a knight captain, not some... expendable scout! Why should you risk your life for a cursed town that no one even believes exists?"
