Mivana shook her head, her gaze falling.
"I'm well aware. I'm not a Yonglan Knight at all, I'm just pretending to be one. Even if I were to call myself a Knight of Chivalry to set myself apart, how could someone who can't even walk the Riding God's Knight Path have the gall to call herself a Knight?"
Westheid immediately comforted her. "It's not your fault. The Cursed Blood flowing in your veins is what's holding you back."
The wolf-eared maiden sighed. "Perhaps you're right, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm a coward who's afraid to fight. I truly don't dare to. I avoid any chance of getting drawn into a difficult battle, only preying on the weak like some despicable wretch. The Divine Ancestor would naturally never grant me any blessings, and I could never achieve anything on the Knight Path."
Westheid said, "...You could try to control it. Perhaps an all-out battle isn't as terrifying as you think."
