Kieran Redgewell

Karstedt understood her feelings well; he too had doubted his ears when he first heard it. Ferdinand must have been raising Rozemyne harshly, judging by how gracefully she moved and how skilled she was at playing the harspiel, but she nonetheless trusted and relied on him. It was the first time Karstedt had ever seen a child become emotionally attached to Ferdinand. He still remembered the utter shock he had felt upon seeing Rozemyne hide behind Ferdinand for protection during the trombe extermination.

Eckhart bent over a little to try and make eye contact with me, but Lamprecht just hefted me up to put us at eye level.
“You really are that apprentice shrine maiden I saw. I never would’ve thought that you were actually my little sister. Hm... You’re a lot smaller and lighter than Lord Wilfried.”
“Lamprecht, you’re scaring her,” Cornelius warned in a teasing tone, but Lamprecht just grinned.
“Yeah, looks like I am. Her eyes are like big round saucers.”

This is revenge! This is Ferdinand getting revenge for the harspiel concert! Seriously, how bad of a person do you have to be to put a stack of books I’ve never read before in front of me, then add more work to my schedule and order Rihyarda to carefully watch over me so I can’t read them? Pretty bad, if you ask me.