'This man…'
Beatrice smiles as she feels a deep melancholy in her heart.
Even though her expressions are usually bright or emotionless, her true feelings are rather bleak. They remain beneath the facade that she has carefully curated over the years.
'... Javier Aditi, he knows so much about Uncle Jerome. I wasn't expecting them to be so close.' After recoiling from her surprise, her turbulent thoughts turn more solemn.
'No wonder he blames himself.'
Even though Beatrice went on to spout those encouraging words to Javier, she knows deep down that her feelings aren't too far off from his.
'If I wasn't so stubborn… If I had answered just one of his invitations and visited him… Maybe this wouldn't have happened.'
Beatrice came from a family of Knights.
Her father was a High Rank Knight, and his older brother even became a Royal Knight, bringing honor and glory to their household.
She had always admired Knights from an early age and wanted to be one as well.
But—
