"The hell was that about?" Ludwig asked.
"You should have inspected the princess." The Knight said.
"I can't do that randomly; people feel it. Was she sick? I couldn't even tell…" Ludwig sighed.
He hated the uncertainty. Celest had looked vibrant in the hall. Beautiful. Alive. If there was sickness, it was hidden well, or it was the kind that didn't show until it was too late.
Ludwig's mind reached instinctively for solutions and then hit the wall of reality: he wasn't here to play healer. He was here to prepare for Pride. He didn't even understand what the maid meant, and chasing it now would only drag him deeper into palace webs.
He couldn't fully understand the meaning behind the maid's words, and it won't help him much if he were to start worrying about it now.
"Let's go for now, I'll find out eventually," he muttered and left the area.
