As everyone knew, Julia's greatest wish was to take proper care of Kloe, the heir to Liberl Kingdom's royal family.
Beyond that, she had never entertained any other thoughts, much less any desire to give herself to someone else.
Julia had guarded Kloe's side ever since Kloe had been a little girl. As Kloe gradually grew up, becoming ever more beautiful and lovable, Julia's affection for her only deepened. She cherished her with all her heart and soul, as though Kloe truly were her own younger sister.
But as a woman, how could she possibly avoid feelings of love entirely?...
At that moment, she stood before the gates of Grancel's royal palace, holding a rapier and facing a valiant general before her.
"Colonel Muller, if your Erebonian Empire truly means to invade my Liberl, then I, Julia, will not be bound by our past friendship. I will fight you to the death, and I will not rest until one of us is dead!"
Yet Muller, standing opposite her, looked half-dead, a cold smirk playing on his face. "Captain Julia, can you really bring yourself to strike me?"
Could you really bring yourself to strike me...
Could Julia truly strike Muller?
That question could only be asked of her own heart.
Perhaps even she herself did not understand when Muller, this foreigner, had suddenly entered her heart. She and Muller held equivalent ranks, and through the Aureole incident, Julia's promotion, and countless other events, they had forged a bond that surpassed ordinary friendship. Especially when Julia had been troubled by her promotion and her leave, it was Muller who used a battle to guide her, helping her become a more mature and more trustworthy woman.
A woman like Julia, both capable and popular, was in fact terribly lonely. She could not