Chapter 11: Bribery (3)

The carriage on the return trip was obviously not in a hurry, it traveled very slowly and smoothly.

Camilla sat in the carriage, quietly gazing up at the blood-red moon in the sky, occasionally turning back to look in the direction of the Gray Camp.

Gray was still standing on the slope, as motionless as a statue.

Andre, who was responsible for escorting her, rode his horse up to the carriage window and asked quietly, "Miss, what did you talk about with the Holy Knight? Forgive my boldness, just that, when we return, the Duke will definitely ask me, and I need to have a statement prepared."

Camilla, with her star-like eyes, stammered in reply, "No, we didn't talk about anything."

"Nothing at all? That's impossible. You stood there together for three hours."

"But we really didn't talk about anything..."

"You need to tell me something so I can report back."