"Father," Sigrdrifa called softly.
"Mm?" Robert was greatly surprised.
Since she had returned, it seemed she had never called him "Father." This was actually the first time...
"Do you know how mother died?" Sigrdrifa asked softly.
"Sally?" Robert paused, while William beside him slowed his horse, revealing a thoughtful expression.
"She died in a tax collection raid by the lord," Sigrdrifa looked at the ground, her voice somewhat ethereal, "That night, I was outside practicing with my battle axe when suddenly I saw fire and smoke over the village."
"I returned to the village to find it filled with samurai wearing nose-guard helmets, slaughtering the villagers... Like livestock, swinging their butcher knives as if slaughtering animals, there were limbs, severed arms, and pools of blood everywhere."
