Clara would never have thought that your favor was so easy to get, and yet she was grateful to you for it: the Inquisition literally used her for its own benefit. Nevertheless, Aglaya shared information that the army was heading here, although for what purpose she did not say, but despite this, Clara suspected the purpose of the army's visit was the destruction of the city and the infection that spread through it like a plague.

Clara's gray eyes stared intently at your aloof face, which read the pain and experience that followed a lot of suffering. She didn't know much about it, and yet she was much more perceptive than children her age. Tangled red hair was showing off from under the hat, and you yourself just now turned your gaze to her, as if asking: What do you need this time? After which, she only exhaled slightly, smiling a slight smile.

"You're a good man, General. I can feel it. And your bloody soul is also kind, only because of the murders it has become dirty." She says it in her usual manner, lightly touching your palm, which makes your eyes look slightly surprised for a few seconds.

"Don't be so surprised. You trusted me without even demanding that I show you my miracles. That says a lot. This means that the good still lives in you."

And indeed it was so: many people wanted to make sure that Clara was working miracles, demanding proof from her. Only you didn't demand this from her, which then caused a slight admiration for you to form in the girl's chest. That's why she often comes to you, just to check in.

"And beware of my sister. She's spreading the infection, I don't want you to get this bad luck."

With some palpable concern, she says, weakly starting to tap on the table, waiting for your answer.