When lunchtime arrived, I made my way toward the grand dining hall.
I had requested my mother's presence so we could discuss my trip. She was already aware of the excursion, but I needed to ensure she fully grasped the gravity of the situation and understood that my departure was necessary.
Besides, I did not wish to leave the capital with our bitter, tense confrontation following my duel with Morgana as my last memory of her. I may have pushed a bit too far during that exchange, and I did not feel right leaving her with that guilty, deeply wounded expression lingering on her face.
Regardless.
I cast a brief glance over my shoulder at Regina, who was walking silently behind me, lost in deep thought.
"What is on your mind, Regina? Do you not wish to serve my little sister?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"O—Of course not, Your Majesty!" She answered in a sudden, breathless panic. "I... I was simply concerned, since I am not permitted to accompany Your Majesty on your journey..."
