[Event] [Elven Utopian War] [75] Freeing Bryelle

"Look at me."

Bryelle flinched at first, hesitating before slowly raising her gaze. Her eyes, wide and filled with fear, darted around before settling on the pendant hanging from my neck. The moment recognition dawned, she opened her mouth. 

I took a step closer, closing the distance between us. Before she could react, I gently placed a hand over her mouth.

She stiffened, her entire body trembling in fright, but I leaned in and whispered, "It's me, Amael."

Her reaction was immediate. The terror in her eyes gave way to shock, then something softer—relief. The tension in her body melted, though she still looked slightly dazed.

At least try to doubt me.

I gave her a reassuring smile.

"I'm infiltrating this place, but I need your help. If you cooperate, I'll bring you to your sister. Do you understand?"

Tears welled in her eyes again, but this time, they weren't just from fear. She nodded slowly, her lips quivering.