Salute for Laurel

Lucien, a beautiful yet humble maidservant. To her, life was simply something to endure, And death, something familiar and numb like everyday life. Until that day, by chance, she met him. First, he was an insensitive, arrogant priest, Then, he became the ailing son of a baron in recovery. Each time they met, he assumed a new identity, but she knew. He could cut a man with a sword without hesitation. never a priest, never a feeble nobleman. “Then, you can use my room. Whether it’s for a day or two, you can sleep there.” “Just in case. You shouldn’t say things like that to anyone.” “The only person I’m willing to offer my room to is you, Lars.” Who he was didn’t matter. From the m...