Sigrid Novel Chapter 100

"What?"

"They said I was still young, and they didn't know what might happen. So I just had to not use it."

"I see."

Did the people at the Magic Tower not realize that magic was an ability that could easily kill people, even in the hands of a child?

Or did they think such a young child would never harm anyone?

Bibi continued cheerfully.

"That's why I hated you staying at that Aura user's house. Master, what a ridiculous title. I wish they'd all just die."

Bibi leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms that had been resting on the desk.

"You said she saved your sister's life, right?"

Arkana nodded at her words. Bibi snorted.

"If I could use magic, that'd be nothing."

"That's true."

Arkana replied, allowing Bibi to link arms with him.

Did Sigrid simply save Seria's life?

No.

He would firmly say no.

Sigrid saved Seria. Not out of particular kindness or malice, but because it was what one should do for the weak. Therefore, she wanted neither paynt nor reward.

She wasn't a saint. She didn't want to be a good person; Sigrid was just Sigrid. If you asked her to go into danger with you, Sigrid would prepare her sword without question and say, "Let's go."

Since that day, after his parents were murdered like that, and experiencing discrimination at the Magic Tower, Arkana hadn't really trusted humans. Seria was soone to protect, and while he was grateful to his master, they were ultimately strangers.

But Sigrid was different.

'You don't know what she ans to .'

He was happy that she desperately asked to be friends. That she knew he was a mage but didn't try to take advantage of it. To her, it was probably so natural that she'd find it ridiculous if he expressed gratitude for each little thing.

If Sigrid wanted, he would be family, friend, or lover—whatever she desired.

'And now, are we more than friends but less than family?'

He smiled faintly thinking of her, then returned to the present and swallowed a sigh.

'I pretty much understand the plan, but I can't figure out how, when, or where they'll execute it.'

Arkana glanced down at Bibi.

'Should I try to coax more information out of her?'

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On his way ho from work, Morris encountered an unexpected figure. Alkerto glanced at him briefly, then turned his eyes back to Morris.

Morris spoke first.

"What brings the Captain of the Imperial Guard here?"

"Where's Sigrid?"

"You call yourself her lover, yet you don't even know that?"

Morris's voice was soft but sharp.

"Knowing Sigrid's personality."

Beramund retorted with a smirk, and Morris chuckled.

"I thought she might be different with you, at least. But it seems that's not the case."

Alkerto stood between them, swallowing nervously. Sothing was different from before. Beramund looked at him and said.

"So, where is Sigrid?"

"If you're curious, why don't you find out yourself? As a friend, I think you're only causing harm to Siri."

"As a friend, you say?"

"Anything beyond that is between Siri and ."

He took a shallow breath, then said sharply.

"And if you make her cry one more ti, I won't stand idly by."

Beramund couldn't help but ask, "Cry?"

Morris nodded.

"Yes, at that masquerade ball."

Ah.

Did she hate it enough to cry?

He gritted his teeth, then said to Morris.

"That's none of your business."

"No, it is my business."

Morris said, walking past him and adding quietly.

"Get out of her life."

"—!"

Beramund whirled around, but Morris had already walked away, giving him a cold look. Alkerto, flustered, followed Morris for a few steps before stopping beside Beramund.

"She's on leave today. Said she wasn't feeling well."

At those words, Beramund looked at him sharply. Alkerto shrugged and quickly followed after Morris. Of course, he was Morris's friend and should take his side, but Sigrid was his friend too. He didn't want to interfere in her relationship with her lover.

Catching up to Morris, he glanced back to see Beramund giving him a slight bow. Alkerto sighed and said to Morris.

"Why are you so prickly?"

"That bastard made Sigrid cry twice."

"Ah."

A crying Sigrid was completely unimaginable. She seed like soone who wouldn't bleed even if stabbed.

'Or not? Is she different these days?'

Her expressions had beco more varied, so maybe she could cry now.

"She doesn't seem like that kind of person."

"Whose side are you on?"

"I'm not on anyone's side."

Alkerto quickly established his position. Morris glanced at him and said.

"I confessed to Sigrid."

"What?!"

Alkerto raised his voice in surprise.

"So? What happened?"

"She said she likes Beramund."

"Ah—"

"But I'm not giving up."

Morris said firmly, his profile rigid. Alkerto grinned at his words.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

"So if you're not on anyone's side, don't help Beramund either."

"Got it."

Alkerto raised both hands in surrender and nodded. Morris let out a deep sigh and said.

"I envy you."

"? Why?"

Morris chuckled and said.

"I never thought I'd envy soone's skill in seducing won."

At those words, Alkerto laughed and wrapped his arm tightly around Morris's neck.

"Shall your big brother teach you a trick or two?"

"No thanks. I'll do it my way."

Alkerto released his arm and nodded.

"True, a direct approach might be the only thing that works with Sigrid. But if she's really not feeling well, I wonder what's wrong with her. She has seed a bit under the weather lately."

"I know."

Morris said with a dark expression, rubbing his neck.

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Sigrid woke to the sound of knocking on her door.

Her head was fuzzy with fever. This was the first ti she'd been sick like this, and Sigrid was perplexed. How could her body be so weak.......

"What is it?"

She tried to put strength into her voice, but it ca out softly. Mary opened the door slightly and said.

"You have a visitor, ma'am."

"A visitor?"

Morris had co earlier, but she'd sent him away.

'Who else could it be?'

Mary spoke in a low voice.

"Yes, Lord Lunatil is here."

"Ah......."

As she hesitated whether to let him in or not, the door opened on its own. Mary stepped back in surprise. It was Beramund. Mary started to roll up her sleeves, ready to chase out this rude intruder who entered without permission, but stopped when she saw her mistress's face.

"Beramund......."

Seeing her lying in bed, a surprised Beramund strode to the bedside, took off his gloves, and placed his hand on her forehead.

"Oh....... Your hand is cold."

"It's not cold. You're too hot. Where's the doctor?"

He turned sharply to Mary, who shook her head. Beramund felt irritation rising but spoke gently, suppressing his anger.

"Send a ssenger to the Lunatil ducal residence to summon the family physician."

"Yes, sir."

Mary bowed and quickly left the room. The door remained open. Beramund glanced at the open door, then turned his gaze back to Sigrid.

"How long have you been this sick?"

"It suddenly ca on today."

"Your voice is all hoarse too."

Beramund looked at the basin and washcloth next to the bed. He wrung out the washcloth and placed it on Sigrid's forehead.

'Isn't this fever too high? I've heard it's dangerous when the fever gets this high.'

Anxiety washed over him.

"But......."

Sigrid looked up at Beramund.

"What brings you here?"

"—!"

Beramund bit his lip, then sighed. He shouldn't take offense at every little thing.

"Do I need a reason to co?"

"No, but......."

Sigrid said, wriggling her hand out from under the sheet. Beramund unconsciously took her hand, and she smiled brightly.

"I'm glad you ca."

'Wow.'

Her face, flushed with fever, was incredibly lovely. No, was it wrong to find this charming? Beramund looked around.

'Where's sothing to sit on— Ah, there it is.'

As he turned to get the chair, Sigrid wouldn't let go of his hand.

"Siri?"

"Don't go......."

Ugh—

The second critical hit. Beramund took a deep breath and said.

"I'm not going. I'll just get the chair."

At his words, Sigrid released his hand. Beramund quickly brought the chair back and sat down by the bed. He took Sigrid's hand again. Her hand was hot too.

"Have you eaten anything?"

Sigrid shook her head at Beramund's question. Beramund clicked his tongue.

Of all tis, this had to happen right after Arkana and Seria moved out. If Arkana were here, he would have felt a bit more at ease.

'Putting aside how he treats .'

Sigrid rubbed her head against the pillow, unsure if it was fever, poison, or both that was making her head throb. Beramund gently caressed her cheek and asked.

"Does your head hurt?"

Sigrid nodded.

'What should I do?'

All he could do was wring out the washcloth and place it on her forehead. Beramund put the washcloth on Sigrid's forehead. Thinking it might be good to cool her eyes too, he folded the cloth larger to cover her eyes as well.

With her vision blocked, Sigrid called out to him.

"Beramund."

"Yes?"

"Kiss ."

"......Pardon?"

Beramund asked, wondering if he'd heard wrong. Sigrid stretched out her other arm, as if asking for a hug. Was it because she was sick? Or had she made up her mind to seduce him?

There was no hesitation in Sigrid's words or actions.

"I think it might make

forget the pain."

Beramund stared blankly at Sigrid. Was this really the Sigrid he knew? Beramund wondered if a magician had done sothing to her.

"Beramund......."

She called his na again, almost whining.

"But......."

Sigrid, you don't actually like , do you?

Beramund swallowed the rest of his words. Well, it doesn't matter if it starts with the body, right?

He leaned over the bed. The bed creaked under the heavy weight. From the movent of the mattress, Sigrid could tell he had climbed onto the bed. His presence was much closer now.

'Ah, should I lift the washcloth covering my eyes?'

The washcloth felt nice, but with her eyes covered— Just then, his lips t hers. Sigrid clung to him. At first, she thought his tongue was cold, but soon it beca just the right temperature—

Her thoughts were swept away in the current.

There was a wet sound.

"Mmm....... Ah......."

When she made a small noise, Beramund stopped kissing. Sigrid panted softly. She could hear a chuckling voice right next to her ear, realizing how close their bodies were.

"It's okay to breathe through your nose when kissing."

At his words, she thought, 'Is that so?', but couldn't manage it well.

Beramund looked down at her, feeling desire coursing through his entire body. He was surprised by how hot her mouth was when they kissed.

It must be because of the fever.

He thought the first kiss might be intense due to the stimulation, and the second might be less so, but it felt even better than the first. Was it despicable to get aroused like this with a sick person?

Feeling a heaviness in his lower abdon, Beramund didn't hesitate to initiate a second kiss. The hot tongue responding quite well sent shivers down his spine.

Hearing the moans rising from deep in her throat made desire shoot up his spine. Even her nails digging into his back were lovely.

He traced the delicate mucous mbrane, gently brushed the inside of her lips, and intertwined their tongues. Beramund's hand trailed down her cheek, neck, shoulder, and arm.

Ticklish, Sigrid hunched her shoulders, and Beramund imdiately stopped kissing in response. Sigrid caught her breath. Beramund straightened up and changed the washcloth.

His composed appearance irritated Sigrid.

Right, this ant nothing to him. In this fake relationship, kisses were probably nothing. While her heart was racing from just one kiss, he remained calm.