Sigrid Novel Chapter 150

"So? How are things with your brother these days?"

"Not bad."

Morris answered in a whisper as well. When she tilted her head at his response, Morris straightened up with a smile and said:

"It used to be terrible, so it's much better now. Being apart has actually improved our relationship. I've settled into my position now, and so has he, so there's nothing to fight about."

"I see. That's good."

Sigrid let out a sigh of relief.

"Were you still worried about that?"

"Well— it's Morris we're talking about."

Morris heaved a deep sigh at Sigrid's words. Her sincere concern was almost annoying.

"You can stop worrying then. It's been resolved well."

"Alright."

Sigrid nodded.

"Oh, Morris— I've heard so rumors too~"

"What rumors?"

"I hear you're incredibly popular?"

Sigrid said cheerfully with a bright smile.

"Even in the countryside, we've heard. They say there's a line of people wanting Morris Deforest as a husband or son-in-law."

It was delightful to hear that her friend was popular. Besides, Morris deserved it. He was kind and gentle.

"What popularity?"

Morris shook his head, but Sigrid dismissed his denial with an "Oh, co on~" The social news from Marie-Chez's mouth was certain.

"Isn't there any lady you like?"

"No."

Morris said firmly, and Sigrid nodded, saying, "I see." In fact, she hadn't particularly liked any man in high society either.

She couldn't have imagined things turning out like this, with marriage and all. So Morris would probably et soone he never imagined sowhere too.

Thinking this, Sigrid quickly changed the subject.

"Then let's have a duel soti. Morris's swordsmanship is solid, so it helps

reflect on various things."

"Gladly. And you might be surprised when we duel?"

At Morris's words, Sigrid said "Huh?" then asked, "Could it be?"

"Morris, have you beco a Master?"

"No, I'm just starting to gather aura. It'll be a while before an aura core forms."

"But still! That's amazing. I see. Congratulations, Morris."

Sigrid congratulated him several tis, genuinely delighted.

"Then I really must request a duel, please."

Morris nodded deeply at Sigrid's polite request, thinking, 'I can't refuse a duel with a Master.' Just then, a servant entered.

"My lord, Count Ankertna has arrived."

"Ah, show him in."

Morris gestured, and Sigrid realized she had stayed longer than the ti they had agreed on. They had accumulated a lot of news to catch up on.

"He must be here to pick you up."

Shortly after, Beramund strode in.

"Morris. It's been a while."

"It has."

Morris stood up, and the two n shook hands lightly.

"Since you're here, why don't you stay for dinner?"

Beramund shook his head at Morris's words.

"No. We've been away from the mansion for a while, so we'll head back today. Invite us formally next ti."

"Alright."

Morris nodded lightly.

The two spoke casually, using informal language, but in reality, they weren't that close. However, Beramund was Sigrid's husband, and Morris was Sigrid's dear friend.

Though their tone was gentle, they maintained clear courtesy and didn't cross any subtle lines.

"Well, we'll be going then."

Sigrid said, standing beside Beramund. After quietly observing the two standing side by side, Morris said with a faint smile:

"Alright, take care."

"Then we'll see you at the wedding."

Morris nodded at Beramund's words. He saw them off to the entrance.

Beramund hadn't brought a carriage as they planned to walk leisurely to the mansion. They started walking hand in hand.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I should have sent a ssage."

"It's fine. I enjoy coming to get you."

"Really?"

"It's a sort of sinister pleasure of the victor, you could say."

"...?"

Seeing Sigrid's puzzled look, Beramund chuckled and raised his voice.

"Ah, but since Morris Deforest is a decent fellow, it's not purely enjoyable."

Though that doesn't an it's not enjoyable at all.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's just one of those things. How should I put it, I guess it's just saying that I'm a petty human too in the end."

"That makes even less sense."

As Sigrid frowned, Beramund laughed and said, "It's just one of those things," changing the subject.

"So, did you talk about the wedding a bit?"

"We caught up more on the rumors about Marie."

"Ah, I see."

Beramund put his arm around her waist. Sigrid looked dejected and said:

"Marie said she doesn't need ."

When Sigrid had asked if there was anything she could help with for the wedding, Marie-Chez had cheerfully replied, "Unless you're going to cover the wedding expenses, I don't need anything."

Lowengrin had burst out laughing, and Marie-Chez had continued:

"But I've already been through two weddings with Lowengrin, and this is my third. I don't need help. I've already made all the reservations."

So Sigrid had diligently asked, "Then should I at least cover the expenses?" and Marie-Chez had replied, "No, please just be a guest," ending the conversation.

"Hmm— I can't argue with that. We can't ask you to choose the dress design for Siri either."

Beramund said coolly, making Sigrid slump her shoulders even more.

"I know."

Finding her dejection cute, Beramund kissed her cheeks, eyes, and forehead with smacking sounds and said:

"But she'll like the gift, right?"

"I suppose so?"

"Of course she will."

Beramund assured her, and Sigrid's expression brightened. As they entered the main street, they saw a young girl selling flowers. Sigrid's gaze fell on the girl and then dropped away, and Beramund didn't miss this.

"Wait here."

He said this and quickly walked over to the girl, taking the entire basket from her hands and handing her a shining gold coin. The girl's eyes widened in shock.

A gold coin was sothing she had never seen in her life.

"It's a good day," Beramund said as he returned and handed the basket to Sigrid. The basket was filled with common spring flowers seen on the streets.

"Here, a gift."

Sigrid received the basket in a daze.

"Siri?"

Concerned by her state, Beramund tilted his head and called out to her.

"No... it's just..."

She mumbled as if in a trance and started walking. Beramund followed her. For two blocks, Sigrid stared intently at the basket, and Beramund grew increasingly anxious.

"Sigrid? Are you alright?"

At that mont, Sigrid stopped abruptly. He stopped too. Sigrid whirled around and started running.

"Siri?!"

A surprised Beramund chased after her. Returning to where the flower-selling girl had been, Sigrid looked around and then went into an alley.

"Sigrid!"

Beramund grabbed her arm as she went deeper into the alley.

"What's wrong?"

"It's— Ah!"

Sigrid's gaze, frantically scanning the surroundings, fixed on one spot. Beramund saw it too, and soon he ran ahead of Sigrid, gritting his teeth.

"What are you doing!"

"Ah, what—"

"Hey, run!"

"It's a noble!"

As the boys scattered, all that remained was the girl who had been curled up enduring the beating. Beramund thought about chasing the boys but gave up and bent his knees.

"Little one? Are you alright?"

At his words, the girl looked up at him and nodded. Beramund spoke stiffly:

"Stand up."

Hesitantly, the girl stood up. Sigrid ca over, checked her, and said:

"It doesn't seem like any bones are broken. Where do you live?"

"The rcy Orphanage..."

"I'll take you there. Let's go."

At Sigrid's words, the girl stared blankly at her before bowing her head and saying, "Thank you." After taking the girl to the orphanage and on their way back, Beramund said quietly:

"It's because of , isn't it?"

"Hm?"

"That girl from earlier. It's because of the gold coin, right?"

"Still, you must have looked like a prince to her."

At Sigrid's words, Beramund muttered, "A pathetic prince." Sigrid squeezed his hand and whispered:

"I rembered why I wanted to beco a knight."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

Saying this softly, Sigrid burst out laughing.

"It's such a foolish reason."

"What is it?"

"It was the sa. As now."

"The reason?"

"Yes."

After answering, Sigrid was silent for a long ti. Beramund didn't press her. It wasn't until they arrived at the mansion, received greetings from the servants, changed clothes, had dinner, and ca out to the garden at night that Sigrid continued the story. Sitting on a wooden swing in the garden, Sigrid gently rocked back and forth.

"Earlier today..."

"Yes?"

"I was an orphan like that girl, so I used to sell flowers."

"Mm-hmm."

Beramund replied nonchalantly, as if it were a common thing. Sigrid gained a bit more courage and said:

"Then two n passing by were chattering excitedly. They were saying they had beco knights. Then they tossed

a gold coin. They even patted my head."

"Pathetic fellows like , huh."

Sigrid laughed at his words.

"Not pathetic at all. It was the first ti I'd seen a gold coin, and those people looked so cool to . I thought, 'So that's what knights are like,' and that's when I decided I wanted to beco a knight. It's such a foolish reason, isn't it?"

"It's not. My reason for becoming a knight was 'because this is the one thing I won't be compared to my brother for.' I think deciding to beco a knight after seeing cool knights is better than that."

Sigrid laughed softly at his words.

"And well, I had that gold coin taken from . After being beaten up, just like that girl earlier. I vaguely thought that if I were a knight, I wouldn't have had the gold coin taken away. Wow, I had completely forgotten about that."

Sigrid swung her feet widely. The swing swayed back and forth.

"Now that I rember, I feel a bit embarrassed. Such a trivial reason."

"Do you regret becoming a knight because of that?"

At those words, Sigrid stopped the swing and said firmly:

"No."

"Then it's fine, isn't it?"

Beramund said with a smile. Sigrid nodded slightly, saying, "Yes." Would it have been better if the reason had been more grand?

Well, what does the reason matter?

It's better to achieve your dream regardless of the reason, than to have a grand reason but fail to achieve it.

Thinking this, Sigrid stood up from the swing.

She fell into Beramund's arms as if collapsing. She mumbled:

"About that rcy Orphanage earlier..."

"Ah, it's a kind of slum rehabilitation project. It seems to be just starting. Anyway, they can't leave such harems in the capital, so they're trying various approaches."

"Whatever they do, it's better than burning them down."

At Sigrid's words, Beramund hugged her and said:

"That will never happen again."

"Yes."

She answered softly and buried her face in his chest.

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For a bride-to-be so close to her wedding day, Marie-Chez didn't seem that busy. It was even more surprising to see her personally greeting guests with only three days left until the ceremony.

Sigrid felt sowhat unjustly treated, rembering her own wedding.

"Welco."

Marie-Chez smiled brightly and exchanged light cheek kisses with Sigrid.

"You seem relaxed."

"Well, all the important things are done."

"Aren't you nervous?"

"I am nervous."

"You don't look it."

"Well, if I look too nervous, I won't look pretty. I want to look as natural and beautiful as possible on my wedding day."

Sigrid nodded, saying "Ah" at Marie-Chez's words.

"This is a wedding gift. It arrived yesterday..."

Sigrid held out a large velvet box.

"Oh, you shouldn't have."

Even as she said this, Marie-Chez took the box herself. Judging by its size and weight, she wondered if it might be a necklace. Marie-Chez opened the box.

"......"