Now, as a member of Nightfall Domain's human heavy cavalry, Sidhem spent his days in intense training. Only during the evening patrols did he get a chance to relax a little and wander around comfortably.
"Hey, little girl. It's dark—don't run around." Sidhem lifted his visored helmet and pointed toward the nearby shelters. "Go back home."
"M-my lord, I have something to report."
Clara was startled, nearly dropping to her knees from fright.
"Haha, what could a kid like you possibly have to report?" Sidhem laughed.
Clara raised her neck, her voice trembling yet loud. "Some slaves are planning a riot. I heard it myself."
"Huh? Don't scare me like that."
Hearing this, even the knight couldn't stay calm. Though he doubted a child truly understood what a riot meant, he frowned, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "You'd better not be lying. Angering the baron is something neither you nor I can afford."
