Heti had no idea what her ancestor from seven hundred years ago was thinking at that moment, nor was she destined to understand plans so distant and grand beyond her comprehension. But following Gawain's line of sight toward the vibrant, bustling camp in the distance, she seemed to be infected by its energy and became invigorated as well.
A land built from nothing, a brand-new order, a promised bright future—Heti believed she had long passed the age when she could easily be moved by outside things, yet at this moment, she could not help but feel expectant, hoping that better changes would happen on this land.
That was the greatest difference between her and traditional nobles—traditional nobles would never look forward to change.
"Just keep what I told you today to yourself for now," Gawain suddenly said, turning back to remind Heti. "These things are too far ahead of their time. The commoners wouldn't understand them, and if you told the nobles... if they didn't understand, they'd think you were crazy. If they did understand, they'd regard you as a mortal enemy."
Heti was slightly startled. With her intelligence, she quickly understood Gawain's meaning.
Those brand-new systems—though only the faintest signs of them could be seen for now—were already enough to touch the nobles' sensitive nerves. They might truly bring prosperity to this land, but that kind of prosperity was not necessarily something traditional nobles would welcome.
After all, they were not like the Cecils. Their lives were still exceedingly comfortable.
"I understand. But can we tell Rebecca?" Heti nodded, then pursed her lips and shook her head slightly as soon as she finished speaking. "That child probably wouldn't understand such complicated..."
"No, you underestimate her," Gawain said with a smile. "Rebecca is probably smarter than you think. It's just