"Princess, what should we do? The Hero of Light—"
A burly soldier approached Roseline, about to say something, but she cut him off immediately.
"Don't worry. Someone will take the hero's place on the battlefield."
"Huh?" The soldier blinked, clearly caught off guard. "A replacement for the hero? Who?"
Roseline just gave a small smile. "You'll find out soon enough."
A moment later, footsteps echoed from behind them, followed by a woman's cold, steady voice.
"I'm ready, Your Highness!"
Roseline turned around—and there was Evalyn, dressed in sleek silver armor.
Light metal plates protected her chest and abdomen, while her lower body was covered in heavier armor built for real combat.
Her silver hair was tied back into a ponytail, and she held an iron helmet in her arms, ready to put it on once she stepped onto the battlefield.
Roseline's eyes widened.
"Wow… Evalyn, you look amazing."
Evalyn already had that heroic vibe—probably something she'd inherited from Rei.
