Loriel had prepared herself for mockery, not mercy. Yet as Seraphine's kind words reached her, Loriel felt the weight of them crush her pride more than any blade could.
She might have been slightly stronger than her right now, but there was a certain presence about her that told Loriel she could never outwit her.
Yet at this moment, her kindness only made her cry harder. The healing was already painful enough, and Leon hadn't even come to check on her. She felt utterly defeated.
Sob… Sob…
Being gently caressed by the very woman she was supposed to rival, Loriel was confused, hurt, lost, and crying all at once.
Seraphine, seeing her cry even more intensely, didn't feel good about it. This Saintess was relatively young compared to her, and she felt like she had bullied a child, even though she hadn't gone that far. Considering her as a sparring partner for the future no longer seemed like a good idea.
