Lylia's hands turned into fists, and her whole body shook with anger. Every rude thing Agatha said about the Royal Knights and every dismissive word she said about the people who had given their lives to protect others built up into a white-hot rage that needed to be let out.
However, beneath the anger lay a deeper and more agonizing force. Agatha's words hit home with surgical precision, not because they were entirely true, but because they echoed the doubts that had haunted Lylia in her darkest moments.
The nights when she couldn't sleep because she was worried about whether she had made the right choice. There were times when she wondered if healing through food was just a fancy way to say she wasn't good enough to be a knight.
"Shut up," Lylia said in a low, threatening voice. "Shut your fucking mouth...!"
Agatha raised an eyebrow, as if she found it funny. "Oh? Did I touch a nerve?"
