Ranni appeared on the brink of tears, the glassy shimmer betraying her inner turmoil. Azriel knew her character well; she was someone who would cry over the misfortune of others. Unable to bear it, he turned his face away.
"I'm sorry my selfishness hurt you. If you still blame me, I understand—"
"Ah… no… I… I—"
She suddenly collapsed to her knees, covering her face with trembling hands as sobs overcame her.
"I am sorry..."
"...."
"I am so sorry, Your Highness..."
Azriel's eyes widened slightly.
'I didn't expect her to cry so suddenly...'
Just how pure was her heart? Had the book downplayed it?
"What happened to you… you didn't deserve it, no one does… I'm sorry… Gods, I'm a terrible instructor. I'm sorry for treating you this way...!"
Azriel watched her silently, then wiped the cold sweat from his brow.
"The reason I sought you out first in this scenario... is because I need your help, Instructor. Help me avoid repeating my mistakes."
