Keiser knew those green eyes.
He had seen them before, cold, merciless, the same way she had stared down the beasts of Sheol during the subjugation campaigns.
Back then, her gaze had not wavered even as the monsters screamed and thrashed, her arrows cutting them down one by one with clinical precision. It was the look of a hunter toward prey, stripped of all hesitation or pity.
And now, that same look was turned on him.
A shiver crawled down his spine. This wasn't just Olga, the sacred beast-cored archer, nor Olga the knight of the sixth princess.
This was Olga Reinhardt… Lenko's sister. The one who had lived through his disappearance, missing for years while no one cared enough to search… because the prince he served was nothing but a bastard.
He remembered when the news of her brother's death had reached her.
Everyone had expected tears, outrage, or at the very least, some lament for the loss of a prince of the royal line.
