She was different.
Thales stared blankly at Miranda as she was now and couldn't help but think this.
Having first met her in the prison cell of Dragon Sky City and witnessed her fencing prowess in the Hall of Valor, Thales had known Miranda for quite some time.
Undoubtedly, the woman before him was a composed warrior, a powerful swordsman, a tenacious fighter, cautious and reliable, with a hint of an aloof coldness that pushed people away.
Like a flower on a snow-capped cliff.
Truly worthy of being a descendant of the White Eagle, the progeny of Aarland.
But at this moment, this moment...
Thales watched her retreating figure, sensing for the first time the fierce vitality and intense presence flowing through her veins.
It was not something the Aarland Family of Frost Castle could have taught her, nor the Tower of Termination, and not even the lessons of the Fortress Flower.
But...
Thales shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and returned to reality.
