Her name was Serina Haleth.
Daughter of Duke Haleth. The first man killed in the Flame Relic incident.
We were close, once.
Until her father died. Until I became the scapegoat.
"They erased you from the records," she said. "That's how I knew you were telling the truth."
She laid out the pieces—quiet, surgical.
The nobles were silenced. The servants were paid off. The vault master vanished.
She spent weeks digging—within two months, she had uncovered most of what the Crown tried to bury.
"But they underestimated me," she said. "I didn't come back for vengeance. I came back for control."
"Control of what?"
"The truth."