"Are you questioning my ability?" Laine asked with a smile. "Or doubting my strength?"
"... Please, Laine, help my father. He's over fifty this year, and the Oster Territory is a cold and harsh place; he's old and can't bear it." Sylvia's complexion changed; waves of emotion surged in the head maid's purple eyes. She was about to kneel on the spot, her voice filled with urgency and plea: "I'm begging you, Laine. My father is not an excellent general, but he's more than capable of assisting you with administrative affairs. I guarantee it!"
After speaking, the head maid intended to kneel directly on the road.
Sylvia ultimately did not get to kneel. Just as her knees were about to touch the ground, Laine had already reached out with both hands to quickly support her: "No, don't do this, Sylvie. You've served Surya for many years, constantly contributing silently without complaint; I'm merely offering the help I can manage."
