Seeing the proud look on Serilef's face, Solam sighed inwardly. A young lady was still a young lady—no matter how much she grew, she could not shake that air of innocent petulance. She was always so simple-minded, thinking that a few battles meant she was already battle-hardened.
In truth, Solam had never thought highly of Serilef, and this had always been the case. Back then, Solam had told Sokya that Serilef should just stay home and be a proper young lady. Though he had said it partly in jest, was it not also sincere advice?
Serilef's background was simply too distinguished. Her father was the commander of the continent's foremost knightly order, a renowned legendary paladin and a great noble in his own right. Her mother was from the Amos Divine Clan of the upper planes. This had given Serilef an exceedingly high status in both secular society and the Church of Tyr from the moment she was born.
On top of that, she was a girl—a very beautiful girl. She had been born to receive everyone's preferential treatment and protection. Even Solam instinctively wanted to protect her. Under such circumstances, how could she truly grow?
Makelele thought highly of her, but would he really send her on truly dangerous missions?
Of course not. Setting everything else aside, just Serilef's naturally delicate young-lady appearance alone meant Makelele could never bring himself to put her through hardship. Coupled with her illustrious background, no matter how hard-hearted Makelele was, he would instinctively assign Serilef missions entirely within her capabilities.
Of course, that did not mean Makelele had no intention of training Serilef. On the contrary, he was merely using a gentler approach to build up her combat experience.
But in the eyes of a "wild child" like Solam, who had grown up