There was a man sitting in the guardās room. His appearance clearly showed that he was the Captain of the capital guard. It was just the same as usual.
The captain was confused by Sigridās words. Silence filled up the room. There was an awkward exchange of expressions between the guards and the captain.
The captain finally replied, āDead? Iām living well. Wait, by the way, what happened?ā
The guards whoād captured her now knew that she was Sigrid Ankertna, the infamous imperial knight who was known as a person that never broke the law. If she broke the curfew, there must have been a good reason, and if that was the case, one could be grateful that the two guards whoād brought her were not already dead at Sigridās hands. In fact, even if she took the guardsā life, they didnāt dare to stop her. She must have had a good reason for doing it.
āBut, Iām definitely dead because I was cut off by a guillotine.ā Sigrid mumbled in confusion.
The captain laughed awkwardly and said, āSir Sigrid. Perhaps, wasnāt it only a dream? But, Sir Sigrid in guillotineā¦ I think, even if Sir Sigrid had a nightmare, it wouldnāt be that kind of a dream.ā
āDream?ā Sigrid looked at the veteran mid-forties Captain Guard who was full of wrinkles from laughter around his mouth and eyes. He didnāt seem to be someone who existed in a dream nor did he look like a dead person.
āSir Ankertna.ā
Sigird didnāt answer the call and looked blankly. Everyone looked at each other with confusion visible on their face. They felt like her condition did not seem to be normal.
Then, Sigrid shook her head and said. āNo, not a dream.ā
Sigrid touched her neck. It couldnāt be a dream. Even right at this moment, she could still vividly feel the pain digging into her neck. Sigrid covered her face with both hands.
āWhat is this? What the hell is going on? Is it a dream right now? Or was that one a dream? Which one is the dream?ā
The Captain Guard in the room looked at Sigrid with bewilderment, āSir Ankertna? Are you okay? Would you like me to call Sir De Forest?ā
At those words, Sigrid raised her head. āMorris? Isnāt he ā¦ not in the capital? ā¦ Isnāt he on trip?ā
As far as she remembered, Morris was not in the capital, but heād returned shortly after heād heard the news about her.
āNot in the capital city? Is he not in the same Knight Order as you, Sir Sigrid?ā
As someone said cautiously, Sigrid looked at him with her mouth open.
It was the first time theyād seen that kind of expression on the face that usually showed coldness. Everyone in the room was starting to get nervous.
āDid she take medicine? Or alcohol? No, it doesnāt seem like it.ā
āSir. Sigrid, I will call Sir. Morris for you right now.ā
The captain guard gave a sign to the guard whoād taken Sigrid to the guard station to deliver the message. Then he gave a chair to Sigrid who sat in with her mind in disarray.
āMorris and I are in the same Knight Order? But that was five years ago?ā
A guard gave a cup of tea to Sigrid in confusion. Sigrid raised her head and received a teacup.
āThank you.ā
āNo, itās nothing, Sir. It is a cheap tea.ā
Everyone looked at Sigrid who again was lost in her thoughts. There was no problem with her pupils or breathing, so it meant she was not on drugs or alcohol. So what was going on with this poor female knight?
Sigrid chuckled as she took a sip of tea. They said it was cheap tea, but it was better than the tea in her house. As Sigrid slowly emptied the tea, Morris came in with the guards. His black hair was messy, and his shirt had a lot of wrinkles. It was obvious heād just woken up from his sleep at this hour. But his pants and boots were quite fit.
Sigrid felt a sense of incompatibility looking at Morrisā face. There shouldāve been a scar on Morrisā face. A scar that heād gotten after returning from a trip.
But this Morris isā¦ youthful? His face is somewhat tighter and smooth.