“I will raise my sword for you in this life.”
The day she realized betraying her liege had been a mistake, the regressed knight Eatrith made her decision.
She would become a temporary patron to help her abandoned prince ascend the throne.
“I will make you emperor.”
“If you stay close to me… you’ll die.”
But her liege, blinded and wary, would not easily let her near.
Eatrith resolved to help him regain his sight and rise to the position of crown prince, then leave.
Yet with just one step, Adrian once again filled her entire field of vision.
“I was mistaken?”
“Yes. Completely.”
“Well, if that’s what my lady wants to believe, I suppose you can lie to me.”
Adrian, eyes locked on Eatrith, leaned forward.
Startled, Eatrith tried to pull back the arm holding her sword—but he was already gripping the blade barehanded, without even a glove.
“If you’re going to leave me again…”
The crown prince, holding the edge of her sword and turning it toward his own eyes, whispered,
“Then blind me again. So that even if you run, I won’t be able to find you.”
