The academy incident
"She looks invincible..." he breathed to himself.
Lira chuckled and nudged his ribs with her elbow.
"Are you dreaming or what? She's a noblewoman. She relies on people like us to protect her."
Jean watched the other mercenaries, who also seemed captivated by Aveline's appearance.
Some looked at her with respect, others with curiosity, but all seemed to recognize that she was no ordinary presence.
"It doesn't matter whether she can fight or not." he murmured, crossing his arms.
"What we have to remember is that she's our responsibility."
Lira rolled her eyes, but she knew Jean was right.
Aveline guided her horse through the ranks of mercenaries, her violet eyes sweeping the crowd with a certain intensity.
She seemed neither frightened nor impressed, but rather focused. As she passed by the trio, she briefly turned her head in their direction, and Garen felt his breath catch as she looked at him, even if only for a moment.