Sabrina's crimson eyes studied Klaus with evident satisfaction, misinterpreting his recognition for something far simpler than reality. Her smile carried the pleased expression of teacher whose student had demonstrated proper attention to historical lessons.
"Such excellent education you received," she observed, her voice carrying approval tinged with condescension. "Though I shouldn't be surprised—the Lionhart family has always prided itself on comprehensive historical knowledge. How gratifying to know my legacy remains properly preserved in academic curriculum."
She descended another step on her shadow-staircase, bringing herself closer to the paralyzed assembly below. "Most young nobles these days barely remember the Great Wars beyond sanitized textbook summaries. But you, dear Klaus, clearly understand the significance of encountering figures from continental folklore."
