Irenia shook her head, her tone wistful as she gave a bitter smile.
"My father was a great man. He gave me all his love, but he never taught me what to do with my life after losing him and my family.
I fell into a state of immense confusion; despair and repression nearly consumed me entirely."
At this, she looked at Reinhardt. "Regardless of what you truly think of me, I am still grateful for your help in Kemola.
I no longer live in Lord Anatol's shadow, and I now possess the power to forge my own future."
Reinhardt was silent for a long time. "You sought me out alone just to say these things?"
Irenia tucked a stray strand of black hair behind her ear, a gentle smile on her face. "The moments of satisfaction and beauty in our long lives are always so fleeting.
But the pain of loss endures in memory, doesn't it?
It's so good to see you again."
