Chapter 22: The Tin Knight and The Lions Bloodline (5)
Seeing the same thing didn’t necessarily mean feeling the same impression.
While Dorothea was gritting her teeth in frustration at the cityscape visible from the high hill, Adelaide was shedding tears of joy at the exact same view.
I-I’m alive...!
It was a truly, truly grueling journey.
Although Adelaide had experienced her fair share of harsh experiences through Colombo’s Special Slave Travel Plan, complete with randomized elements, forced participation, no voluntary withdrawal, and one’s life as collateral for the participation fee, she had to admit that those trials paled in comparison to what she had faced in the past two weeks. Compared to her recent ordeal, those earlier events, while mentally taxing, had been physically tranquil.
Adelaide’s violet eyes became hazy as she began to recall the past.
***I must absolutely, under no circumstances, be a burden!
When starting the journey, Adelaide had steeled herself for many things.
No one had forced her on this journey—she had followed of her own accord.
It was she who had begged to be allowed to stay by their side, even if it meant being treated as a servant.
Clinging to them, saying she would be reborn as a dignified warrior and heir rather than the immature young lady of a noble family, she was prepared to endure and bear any treatment.