Valeria Olarion (5)

'I made a mistake…..He was indeed the person who had dealt with that Bandit Leader.'

Valeria exhaled deeply, her sword lowering just a fraction as she took a moment to gather her breath. The intensity of the battle had worn at her resolve, but there was no denying it now—this man, Lucavion, was every bit the warrior people claimed him to be. Her violet eyes softened, and she let out a quiet sigh as she glanced at his face.

"I misjudged you," she admitted, her voice calmer now, no longer filled with the cold edge of earlier. "I apologize for my rudeness, for doubting your strength. I was… in a bad mood, and I took it out on you."

Lucavion's expression softened, the predatory gleam in his eyes fading as he relaxed his stance. He gave her a small, almost amused smile. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind."