⚔️Serberia

"No... No, how could this happen... Mother, help me." She bows to the king and looks at him pleadingly, but firmly. "Your Majesty, I beg you, please ask that medical assistance be provided to Sir Vergil as soon as possible," she pauses, hoping that someone will take care of it. "Alas, I am to blame for my lack of diligence towards him, the Goddess Arteria, and the beautiful Lady Teya Bors, the bride of the groom," she emphasized the last part. "Apparently, there was a misunderstanding. However, I am ready to take responsibility." Everything inside the girl was screaming; she wanted to somehow defend the honor of her teacher, challenge the scoundrel to a duel, even if she were to die in that duel. But Father Gungnir was also in the hall, and if he intervened, it would no longer be just a matter of Gulveig's life. And her teacher, lying here... What had she done, how could she have caused him pain? In general, the words above were very difficult for her to say because of the pain she felt for Vergil.