With everyone occupied with their own duties, it was challenging to gather all the knights. Eileen, not wishing to impose, decided to request the presence of only the knight with the most free time.
That evening, Lotan arrived to see Eileen.
[I'm sorry to call you so suddenly.]
Eileen gazed at Lotan with a mix of gratitude and apology. Lotan furrowed his thick eyebrows, looking puzzled.
"The Grand Duchess calls, so naturally, I must come," he said firmly, almost as if scolding her for apologizing. Eileen nodded vigorously at his response.
Taking a deep breath, Eileen prepared to speak. Her voice, strained and hoarse, barely rose above a whisper.
"Lord Cesare… almost killed me."
It was clear that while Lotan knew Eileen had been harmed by Cesare, he was unaware of the specifics. Eileen struggled to continue, her words forcing their way out to the now stunned Lotan.
"Then he… self-harmed in front of me."