The younger sister.
He remembered now — or rather, he didn't. In his past life, Evriana had been a footnote. A minor character. The younger sister who existed in the background of the Ktorian family's drama, who appeared at ceremonies and disappeared from relevance.
'What was her ending?' he thought.
He couldn't remember.
The past life — the memories of the game, the story, the timeline he had lived through before — was foggy on the details. Evriana had died. That much he recalled. But how? When? The circumstances escaped him.
He filed the question.
"Starting today!" Evriana's voice rang out. "We rout the demons that have been plaguing our citizens!"
The formation roared.
Expressions of rage, of patriotic fervor, of the particular, performative anger that common men displayed when a princess told them to be angry. Viktor watched the men around him — the clenched fists, the gritted teeth, the shouted agreements — and felt nothing.
"Are you with me, men?!" Evriana yelled.
