"Hmmm? Is that so?" asked Lord Velbrance, declining to shake Gillian's hand as he cocked his head slightly to one side, "Well then, that's a considerable feat for a girl of such a young age. Some would say it's rather unfair for such a thing to be foisted on her, but I suppose that is neither here nor there."

He shrugged. At that point, Fanilly found herself frowning. Foisted on her...? No, she wanted to do this. Even if it hadn't initially been her personal choice, even though she had been selected for the purpose of becoming the next Captain due to her birth... Even if she was afraid she'd fail, felt she already had failed that poor knight who had died under the weight of Jeremiah's blade. But nevertheless, she still wanted to help innocent people and keep them safe. That was one of the core values, one of the founding Principles of the Iron Rose Knights.

She'd long ago concluded to herself that it was truly what she wanted. So why...?

"But... wasn't Saint Elionne my age...?" she found herself saying.

"Well, of course," replied Lord Velbrance, "But a Saint is something quite a bit different then the average person. Would you say you're of the same caliber as a Saint, Knight-Captain?"

"I... what? Er..."

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