The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

Those walking behind Rubia had been overwhelmed by the sight of Viscount Kurk’s entourage slaughtered outside the castle. Nevertheless, they were likely still evaluating her in real time. To be recognized as the lord, every step mattered.

"Walk with confidence. Chin up."

"Ah… y-yes!"

Displaying dignity was her responsibility. Ensuring her safety was mine. I walked along the main beams, quietly following Rubia while scanning the surroundings. No one stood in her way.

"Milady…!"

Within the castle walls, many burst into tears, forgetting shame and greeting her with joy. Most had tears in their eyes. Rubia responded to each person with gentle warmth, her gaze moistening as well.

No threats detected.

I inspected every corner carefully. Of those currently inside the castle, not a single one appeared hostile toward Rubia. That was no easy feat.

Is this what they call… virtue?

She looked different to me now.

"No threats. The keep is secure."

"Thank you. It’s...