"Do you truly have a broken core, Count Rubenhart? It seems I may need to revise my opinion of you."
Ulrich said nothing.
He only stood there with his sword raised before him, his gaze vigilant as his blood-red eyes swept the rooftop around him.
He was already feeling short of breath, perhaps because of the rush of adrenaline, or perhaps because this was the first time he had ever found himself in such a truly deadly battle, where a single mistake could cost him his life.
Training every morning was one thing.
Real experience was another.
And Ulrich was learning with every passing second, adapting even while forcing himself to remain cautious.
"What do you want with them?" Ulrich asked at last.
He had to ask, no matter what.
"We came to see with our own eyes the daughters of Anna-Maria," the woman replied, "and, if they proved to be a danger, to eliminate them."
"Do they look like a danger, you heathen piece of filth?" Ulrich asked coldly.
