The Disqualified Puppet - I
After her conversation with Annelisa concluded, Ravenna had yet to emerge from her state of utter disarray.
The words of Lady Hydral had struck her with such force, not only further confirming Ansel's hidden troubles but also clarifying the dire straits he currently faced, which were far more than mere troubles.
Leaning against a pillar in the grand hall, Ravenna took deep, steadying breaths.
The confusion and chaos that once clouded her purple eyes swiftly gave way to a lucid calm. She clenched her fist slightly, and as her emotions settled, her breathing gradually became more even.
Now was not the time to be ensnared by senseless panic and weakness.
Having obtained the answers, it was time to take action, immediately, without delay.
"Oh, greetings, Miss Ziegler."
The youthful voice rose from beneath Ravenna's feet, and Lawrence, wagging his tail, greeted the young lady, "The Young Lord has sent me to guide you, please follow me."