Rosalind's face lit up with a warm smile as she laid eyes on her own father. "Your Blessedness," she greeted him with reverence.
Martin Lux stepped out of the carriage, his expression clouded with a mix of anger and apprehension. It was unclear whether his dark countenance was due to being caught in the act of leaving the others, or if he sensed a subtle threat from Rosalind's words.
Undeterred, Rosalind maintained her poise and adorned the man with another captivating smile. "May I inquire as to the reason for the duchess's presence?" Martin inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity.
With a hint of playful sarcasm, Rosalind swiftly retorted, "Were you expecting to find me on the front lines?" Pausing briefly, she added, "I am merely a helpless woman, deprived of the goddess's blessing. Surely you did not anticipate me to engage in combat, did you?"
"Duchess, there are boundaries that must not be crossed," Martin asserted firmly.
