The youngest man ever to reach the rank of Sword Master.
That alone was enough to make the air feel heavier.
Signut's initial shock quickly faded, replaced by sharp suspicion. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked between Anna and the surroundings, clearly sensing that something was off.
"Why is Your Highness here?" he asked, his tone calm but edged with pressure. "You should be at the banquet hall. The celebration hasn't ended yet."
"Th-that is…"
Anna hesitated, her usual composure faltering under his gaze. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, struggling to find a convincing explanation. Signut didn't interrupt—he simply waited, arms crossed, silently applying pressure.
After a few moments of this one-sided interrogation, his attention shifted.
To me.
"And you," he said, eyes locking onto my helmet. "Which division are you from?"
His gaze swept over my armor in a single glance.
"I don't recognize that helmet."
"…."
I stayed silent.
