Sigrid - Chapter 13
Chapter 1.13: Sigrid Ankertna
Sigrid, who turned her eyes to the direction of a surprised voice, was embarrassed.
Standing in that direction was a face Sigrid familiar with. It was Marisuez, a fellow knight of the same order as her. Her blonde hair was elegantly tied up and she was dressed in an off-duty dress. There was a sarcastic smile on her face that was clearly aimed at Sigrid.
“The perfect role model of a knight for others, the Sir Ankertna, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me you’re here for a shallow woman’s dress… But she’s not someone who buys a shirt that’s luxurious for her…”
Marisuez’s sarcasm was painful for Sigrid. However, Sigrid admitted it simply.
“I’m here to buy more clothes. I ordered them a few days ago.”
Etwatz, who quickly came out with a shopping bag, looked at the conversation between the two.
Marisuez felt ridiculous and raised her voice, “Then, you are now the same and that’s why you are here, isn’t it?”
“You can think that way.” Sigrid paid the remaining payment.
Seeing Sigrid’s response, Marisuez became increasingly angry. As Sigrid was walking out from the boutique after paying her remaining payment, Marisuezz grabbed Sigrid’s arm and shouted.
“Just now. What are you saying?!”
“You are ridiculous, a very funny person. When I or other ladies wear dresses, decorate our shirts, you act like we’re so shallow, then suddenly you come here, buy a shirt and cancel your words!”
As Sigrid blankly stared at Marisuez, she shouted again.
“If it’s like that, your talk about other women being shallow or whatever the words! Apologize right away!”
Sigrid looked at Marisuez’s fiery navy blue eyes, and was at a loss. However, no. As matter of fact, in her opinion, it was still not right as a knight doing all of these things, and she still stood to that.
“No, I still don’t think that is right as a knight.”
Marisuez’s fingernails dug into Sigrid’s wrist, and it was starting to hurt.
“But I don’t think it’s a bad idea anymore. So I’m sorry for that bad evaluation of you.” Sigrid added.
When Marisuez saw Sigrid bowing politely, she was relieved.
“What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean, as a knight, it’s not right, but not bad?”
At Marisuez’s words, Sigrid began to talk slowly, trying to pour her unorganized thoughts into words.
“I have been thinking that luxurious attire or dresses aren’t right as a knight. I still think so— but these days I’ve been wondering if that is bad. Is it bad to wear clothes that you like? The knightly principles said it’s bad, but why is that bad…”
“What are you saying…? Really.” Marisuez shook Sigrid’s wrist off.
“Saying nonsense. It’s annoying.” Marisuez muttered and ignored Sigrid.
Sigrid bowed to her and left the boutique. The whole conversation caused her to blush.
‘Why is that bad?’
She was surprised by the question that she had come up with. Why did she think it was bad? A knight got a salary. So why was it bad to spend your salary as much as you desire?
Who said that?
Some noblemen had told such a story. The luxury of these men had reached its peak. However, now that she thought about it, those who said that were also wearing colorful clothes. Moreover, whether Marisuez and other knights really wear luxurious clothing or not, they weren’t even like that. They were just spending the money they earned.
It was not right.
With a double denial, Sigrid began to walk faster, hugging her shopping bags tightly. Wearing good clothes was not a bad thing. It was not bad to wear clothes you like. She suddenly realized it was the first time that such an idea strangely gave her joy.
Forgetting that she had an argument with Marisuez, Sigrid ran home and opened the shopping bag before quickly changing into her new clothes.
The texture of the cloth that touched her skin was completely different.
Standing in front of the mirror with twinkling brass buttons, Sigrid looked at the clothes with admiration. Clothes tailored to her figure made her stand out even more. Pants made of soft leather were also easy to move. There was no need to struggle over not breaking it. She used to get scratched by the inner sewing line in her clothes, but her new clothes didn’t even sting her skin.
Sigrid looked in the mirror and said the word she never said before for the first time. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She turned around in front of the mirror and twisted her body so she could see it. The neat sewing line showed her figure without distortion and made her slim waist stand out. After touching her smooth clothes several times, Sigrid carefully took off her new clothes and hung them in the closet.