Ever since the day she saw Sif, Vissa's heart had been in turmoil. She had thought she was ready to die, ready to let everything end in silence.
But the moment she saw the girl she had once sworn to protect with her life appear in enemy territory, standing among the enemy, her convictions crumbled.
For the next few days, she remained deep in the dungeon, neither speaking nor eating. She simply sat against the wall, her gaze vacant, believing she would soon be executed.
Until the day the door opened.
She raised her head and saw an interrogator walk in. In an even tone, he said, "You have two choices now. We can execute you, or you can become Lady Sif's guard."
Vissa did not answer immediately. She lowered her head and thought for a while, then finally gave a slight nod.
She was not choosing to live for her own sake, but to fulfill an old oath.
The Cold Moon Tribe had been destroyed. Sif was its only surviving bloodline.
Vissa wanted to protect her until the very end. It would be one small way to repay the old chieftain.
Louis himself had naturally given the order to offer this choice.
He had considered the matter thoroughly. Sif's mental state had been unstable lately, and she needed someone familiar at her side.
Of course, most importantly, an entry from the daily intelligence system stated that Vissa was completely loyal to Sif.
As for the other prisoners, once every scrap of intelligence had been extracted from them, they were disposed of.
That evening, the wind outside rustled the tent curtains, and the candlelight flickered.
Vissa stood outside the room for a long time. Only when a personal guard nodded her through did she enter. Her steps were light, yet