Just like the rest of Quinlan's girls, the foxkin did not want to become a trophy wife whose sole existence revolved around welcoming her man back home after a successful campaign, sporting a cheery smile and starry eyes full of relief and joy.
No, she wanted to be there on the campaign, putting in immense effort and, ideally, being the one to make such a big difference that the scales tip in their favor because of her brilliance.
She was a utility-focused combatant; as such, this failure hit her hard, just as losing in a duel would hit Ayame and the rest of the combat-focused girls.
'I will research these defensive artifacts at length…'
Kitsara decreed inwardly with a fire lit up in her chest. Knowledge was the most important tool for a woman like her, and the main difference maker of what separated her from the ancient foxkin who would've slipped through such defenses with ease.
Just getting to nine tails wasn't enough.
She needed more.
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