The Last Moment Without Regret

Erda's complexion hardened.

That was only natural. How could she remain composed after hearing that her father had collapsed?

“Sir Sigrid, is that information certain?”

“···I apologize.”

There was no way Sigrid would deliberately tell a lie like that.

Even so, the shock did not easily fade. Erda's body trembled faintly.

“Where is His Majesty now? No, more importantly, how is his condition?”

“···His Majesty has retired to his bedchamber. The immediate danger has passed, but his condition is poor.”

Sigrid said, head bowed deeply.

Erda unconsciously bit her lip. Bright-red blood trickled from between her lips...