Cappelen indeed wanted to cry.
Even as a being called Valkyrie, under such "humiliation" from Shane, Cappelen was having a hard time holding it together.
Mainly because the current situation was incorrect.
Thinking of everything she had endured recently, and the long-awaited hope of escape coming from the person she least wanted to see, it would be odd if Cappelen, a seventeen-year-old girl, didn't want to cry.
Of course, Cappelen didn't actually cry.
Even though her eyes had reddened, she forcibly held back her tears, and even defiantly glared at Shane, her expression unyielding, much like a little wild cat that had been terribly bullied.
Seeing Cappelen glaring at him like that, Shane simply shrugged his shoulders and finally pulled the Holy Sword from his waist.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal echoed instantly.
