Isabelle, clearly delighted to explain, clasped her hands together dramatically.
"This..." She began proudly, placing a hand on Avery's shoulder. "...is none other than Avery—one of the lieutenants of the Holy Guard, a decorated veteran of countless campaigns, and quite frankly, one of the most terrifyingly skilled warriors I've ever seen in my life."
Avery rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you don't have to say that much—"
But Isabelle ignored her entirely, her enthusiasm only growing.
"She's strong, fast, fearless, and can break through armor like it's made of paper! And on top of that, she's also one of my dearest friends."
She smiled fondly at her.
"We got close after I began my personal combat lessons under her guidance—on the Young Master's advice, of course. He told me I needed to know how to protect myself, and I owe Avery for making sure I don't die in the first five seconds of a fight."
