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.

named Sebastian in Bastion! That... that was just a little bit too much, wasn't it

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

out a polite smile

lack of manners. I have to admit, I am extremely vexed right

The middle-aged steward nodded.

you have also been appointed as the Knight

eyes for

are these

steward gave him a dignified

activities to enrich the daily lives of the elderly citizens of Bastion. Food drives, cultural events, interest clubs... and the like,

silently, struggling to maintain a

these Ardent Wardens are self-governed... then why do they need a Knight Commander? No, wait. Why does a volunteer organization dealing with bored elderly

middle-aged man nodded

"Exactly!"

esteemed voice, but somehow, Sunny got the impression that he was being

He was very confused.

my responsibilities as a

lingered for a moment, then said in

Sir Sunless. Well... I should rather say that there is only one. It is to uphold the dignity of the Great Clan Valor. Don't do anything that

paused, and

a monthly stipend, as well as other benefits befitting

stared at

'Crazy! I'm going crazy!"

let me get this straight. I was made a Knight, but I don't have to perform the duties of a knight. There is nothing I am responsible for, but I am going to be paid

Sebastian smiled.

Sir Sunless. You put

that, he walked away at a brisk

please come

a frustrated groan and hurried after the

but, where

answered

items. Two sets of full dress attire, two finely dyed tabards, a parade cloak with an embroidered crest, an unadorned winter

his face

***

later, he was standing alone in one of the courtyards of the Castle, holding a sizable pack. His expression was

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 them

how

Rather, it looked like the dignified man was too embarrassed to answer

stared into

am a

Weirder things had happened.