Major General Dirken walked over to Timi, handed her a tissue, and comforted her in a deep voice.
"Condolences!"
"Hmm."
Timi took the tissue, her eyes red, and nodded slightly.
Suddenly, a tall woman dressed in plain black clothes, with eyebrows like ink paintings, fair skin, and a striking appearance, spoke angrily.
"Dirken, don't comfort her. Who is she pretending to cry for? Grandmother loved her the most since she was a child, doting on her more than anyone. And what happened? She turned into an ingrate, leaving her own family's legion to join another. Now that Grandmother is dead, she still has the face to come back and cry."
"Marina! Don't you know why I joined the Thirteenth Legion?"
Timi replied with red eyes.
"Isn't it because you're useless? You lost in the Tri-School Tournament and embarrassed Lord City Master, and now you're feeling wronged?"
Marina retorted bluntly.
"Indeed, and you still have the nerve to complain!"
...
