[Vel'ryr: Capital City]
[Main Palace]
Grimm's slow strides echoed through the grand palace corridors, more agitated footsteps trailing behind him. The general did not spare a single glance over his shoulder, despite the persistence of his two unexpected shadows—Amaury and Emilia. The siblings, with vastly different demeanors yet equally stubborn persistence, followed close behind as though they had appointed themselves his personal escort. Or, in Emilia's case, his personal adversary.
With an exasperated sigh, Grimm finally broke the silence.
"Is there any reason as to why you're following me?" His voice was even, but there was an unmistakable edge of irritation laced within his tone.
Amaury, ever composed, offered a calm and measured response. "I am merely here to assure that Emilia does not do anything… stupid." Her words were accompanied by a sideways glance at her younger sister, who was already fuming at the implication.
