Senon didn't understand Cesare's words. But one thing was certain… Senon, too, was gripped by an endless fear in this moment.
Cesare was the central pillar of the Traon Imperial Army. Because of him, they had won wars that should have been impossible.
Even when Senon, Diego, Michele, and even Lotan wavered, Cesare remained unwavering, an unshakable core. The soldiers' faith in him bordered on fanaticism.
And yet, for the first time, Cesare was breaking. His shattered gaze mirrored the ruins of the collapsed Grand Shrine.
He was contemplating Eileen's death.
Senon, who had been staring blankly at Cesare, slowly turned his gaze away. The shrine was in ruins, its original form nearly unrecognizable.
To survive that collapse? It was nearly impossible. In fact, they would be lucky even to retrieve an intact body. A thought crept into Senon's mind, one he had never considered before.
What if Lady Eileen dies?
