Chapter 72:Clearing Distrust
Erina stood still for a moment beneath Roland’s unwavering gaze, her eyes flickering with a mixture of guilt and lingering pride. Then, without hesitation, she bent forward slightly, her hands clenched by her side in formality and respect.
"I apologize, Baron Roland," she said clearly.
"For making things difficult. But as you know, in times like this... one must always remain vigilant."
Her tone was firm but honest. She wasn’t groveling. She was simply admitting what was right, and Roland respected that.
He didn’t hesitate either. He gave a short nod and waved his hand gently.
"It’s alright, Lady Erina. I understand completely.I would have also reacted the same way you did."
Anyone with a brain would act like that unlike the book where people just fawn and are surprised when a low key person suddenly comes out stronger.
"In fact, you’ve been fighting hard for the Southern region. I should be the one thanking you."
Erina smiled slightly, the tension between them finally dissolving. "That’s only because of the information you sent to my father. He trusted that lead—and it helped us root out so much rot. You have no idea how valuable that was."
Roland felt the weight of her gratitude settle on him. She wasn’t exaggerating. The cultist purge had only started after his intelligence reached Count Wellington.
Their conversation wandered after that, no longer sharp with suspicion or formality. They discussed strategy, the problems plaguing the frontier villages, and shared stories of battle and politics. Erina, who had appeared so severe and iron-clad, opened up more with each passing hour. Roland, with his quiet confidence and clarity of thought, intrigued her.
Five days passed quickly.