"The nature of my gift…" Viscountess Blackshield raised a brow and looked at the young lord in front of him. "You've already seen me use it beforehand, did you not?"
"Indeed. And it is well known from your namesake alone that it is a Black Shield, and yet when I… look at it, Viscountess, it seems to be far greater than a shield. It is like a wall, a fortress." Lucius said.
'I've made no mentions of the word, Bulwark, but if the time that Viscountess Blackshield has spent here has actually meant anything, then even someone who is cold and distant will have something to say since I've mentioned it straightforwardly.' Lucius thought.
Viscountess Blackshield paused for a moment and glanced around their immediate vicinity. There was no presence of any guards or servants within the area, and most of her own personnel were already doing their preparations in getting the carriage ready for her departure.