3-7 - Feelings Realized Only After Loss

How much time had passed since then? A few weeks? A month? It couldn’t have been six months yet, but I’d spent every day doing nothing but eating the meals brought to me.

Then, one chilly night, I was awakened by angry shouts coming from somewhere.

“…What’s going on? Is someone fighting?”

With that thought, I strained my ears. Among the faint sounds I could make out were people’s screams and the word “intruders.”

“Intruders…? In this mansion? That’s ridiculous.”

Not every knight employed by House Gransches was stationed at the mansion. In fact, most of them had been dispatched...