Sir Strong bent down, revealing three figures ahead of him.
Sam was kneeling at the entrance, breathing heavily, and beside him, Sir Morning Star lay unconscious, covered in blood, with all of his limbs severed.
Sir Strong's shaking hand slowly touched Sir Morning Star's chest.
After a second's pause, Sir Strong immediately picked up Sir Morning Star and bolted inside the city.
There were many questions in my mind that I wanted to ask: Who could have injured Sir Morning Star to this degree? Will he be fine? Are you uninjured, Sam?
Yet the only words that left my mouth were…
"Sam, wh-where is my husband?" I asked.
"La-Lady Sarena," he stammered, his eyes dropping low.
"Why aren't you answering, Sam?"
He slowly stepped aside, revealing a body covered in white cloth behind him, and murmured, "Forgive me, Lady Sarena."
"What does this mean, Sam?" I asked, confused.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, removing the cloth from the body.
