Adam stared at Clara for a quiet moment, watching the way her fingers flexed over the handle of her reanimated eye socket, how her gaze drifted but never lost its eerie clarity.
"I see now."
He muttered, his arms crossed.
"So Clara du Moreau ha? It's a nice name, although your knight title, hehe, is truly a scary one. You must have been quite the character to get a name like that."
"They bestowed that name upon me for the number of souls I felled upon the battlefield. With each clash of arms, I left behind more corpses than in the last. My family's lands lie within the village of Wintergold, and our crest bears the white lily. Thus, in time, they came to call me The Blood Lily of Wintergold, a name born from my merciless behavior towards those of enemy land."
Said Clara in a flat tone.
On the other hand, Adam gave her a low whistle, then commented.
