Shadow Slave

Chapter 1805 Sir Mongrel Sunny was so stunned that he did not know what to say.

All he could think was...

‘What the hell?!'

No, really...

Him? A Knight of Valor?!

His mind short-circuited for a moment.

Of all the things Sunny had expected when a cohort of unfriendly soldiers invited him to the Castle, that one never crossed his mind.

Still standing on one knee, he raised his head and looked at Morgan with a dumbfounded expression. She studied his face for a few moments, then clicked her tongue and turned away.

"That will be all. You can go now."

Remembering that he had been allowed to rise, Sunny slowly stood up.

"Princess Morgan. Please excuse my impudence, but if I may ask..."

Before he could ask anything, though, the guards unceremoniously grabbed him and escorted him out of the hall. A moment later, the door was slammed shut, hiding her bewitching figure from sight,

Just like that, his very short and very baffling audience with Morgan of Valor ended.

Sunny was left standing in the corridor, not sure what to do.

He blinked a couple of times.

‘...Are they forcefully conscripting independent Masters?’

That was the only thing he could think of. But then, it didn't make any sense. If Clan Valor really wanted to conscript him into the army on the eve of war, they would have gone about it in a different manner. Forcing a Master with no loyalty to fight for them could do more harm than good.

Slowly, Sunny realized that a person who he had assumed was just passing by was actually standing still and staring at him. Composing himself a little, he looked up.

There was a dignified middle-aged man in a well-tailored livery standing in front of him. His grey hair was neatly combed, and his expression was perfectly stoic.

Noticing that Sunny was paying attention, the man nodded.

"Sir Sunless. I am Sebastian, the steward of the Great Clan Valor. Allow me to congratulate you on your knighthood."

Sunny took a deep breath.

'I'm not dreaming, am I?'

He exhaled slowly.

Sebastian in Bastion! That... that was just

Sunny couldn't even sense the man's Rank. He could have been a mundane

forced out a polite smile

manners. I have to admit, I am extremely

The middle-aged steward nodded.

sir. You've just been granted the title of a Knight of Valor. Oh... additionally, you have also been appointed as the Knight Commander of the Ardent Wardens.

closed his eyes for a

are these

him

a grassroots volunteer organization that holds various activities to enrich the daily lives of the elderly citizens of Bastion. Food

at him silently, struggling to maintain

self-governed... then why do they need a Knight Commander? No, wait. Why

man nodded

"Exactly!"

not a hint of sarcasm in his esteemed voice, but somehow, Sunny

He was very confused.

are my responsibilities as a Knight Commander,

lingered for a moment, then said

dignity of the Great Clan Valor. Don't do anything that would besmirch the prestige of the royal family, and you

paused, and

course, you will receive a monthly stipend, as well as other benefits befitting a man

at

'Crazy! I'm going crazy!"

to perform the duties of a knight. There is nothing I am responsible for, but I

Sebastian smiled.

wisdom is unmatched, Sir Sunless. You put it all

at a brisk

please come

a frustrated groan and

coming... but, where are we

man answered

Knight Commander, you are to receive a list of items. Two sets of full dress attire, two finely dyed tabards, a parade cloak with an embroidered crest, an unadorned winter cloak,

his face with

***

was standing alone in one of the courtyards

had basically chased him away from the keep after assembling the list of items that a Knight was eligible to receive. The man had refused to answer Sunny's tentative question until the very end, finding inventive ways to tactfully dodge

that... how could Sunny put

on purpose. Rather, it looked like the dignified man was too embarrassed to answer directly, as if saying

stared into

a

Weirder things had happened.