To the Princess, To the Knight (2)

Late in the night, just before dawn.

Carmilla had raided my bedroom.

“Victor.”

Had she just washed?

The girl stood there wearing only a wet shirt.

Water dripped from the ends of her silver hair.

“······Your Highness?”

I immediately realized that something was seriously wrong with her.

Carmilla was normally embarrassed even to show her forearms.

And yet, she was dressed so boldly...