The guard was lazy, probably absolutely unconvinced that anyone would dare to hit the castellan's house.

He was standing by the door, still probing.

"I heard that the princess of the Silvermoon Sanctuary is a pervert who likes women,” he muttered under his breath. “It really gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. How can there be such a person in the world? Can a woman and another woman bear a child?"

The guard went on while seeing his companion's figure disappear inside the castellan's mansion. Then, he immediately took out a wine gourd, licked his lips, craned his neck, and drank.

In the past, the two were on duty together, which also amounted to having mutual supervision.

Drinking was not allowed.

Now that Samson, the friend who was on guard just now, was gone, what was there to wait for? Naturally, one would take two sips enjoyably to relieve the cravings of an alcoholic.

Just when he closed his eyes and enjoyed the taste and smell of the wine, someone suddenly hit the