Quoted By:
>“You don’t think I know that?” Bronte asks, bitterly. “Don’t you know how badly I wish I could tell her? To confide in her and hear her counsel? Even if by some miracle I was able to send her a letter that was not intercepted, she’d think I’d gone insane. Who would believe a story as preposterous as this?”
Hehehehe. Oh little Bronte, if you only knew what unholy retribution both Byleth and your mother would bring on this continent if they knew it's secrets.
