Bab 33: chapter 32

The revelation drained the life from Eileen. Stunned and flustered, she blurted out a desperate denial. "No, never! Absolutely not! The thought wouldn't even dare cross my mind. As a loyal citizen of the Empire, I only ever wish for Traon's glory…"

"Of course not, right?"

Leon watched Eileen's panicked babbling, a furrow etching itself between his brows. A thoughtful hum escaped his lips as he rubbed his chin, his gaze locked on her face. After a long, tense moment, a faint smile played on his lips.

"Well, the Lady Elrod I know wouldn't do that."

'Then why did you ask…?'

Eileen choked back the retort she longed to unleash at the Emperor. Tears welled in her eyes as she met Leon's gaze. His words echoed in her mind, a tangled mess of accusations: resentment towards the Empire, a massacre, and a desperate plea for Cesare's help.