Chapter 342: A meeting of the mage council.
Once they returned to the castle, Sigrid followed Roland to the drawing room on the second floor which was right next door to his office.
"I need a change of clothes." Roland shuddered and turned to leave.
"Why?" She asked. The clothes they had on were perfectly clean. They had not engaged in any extreme activities that had resulted in sweating. Why did he need to change.
"Its something I do." He answered with minor irritation on his face. "I know that it makes no sense but when I visit a house with people that are mourning or if I attend a funeral, I just...." He looked up and groaned.
Sigrid placed her feet in the chair and laid down. "You don’t need to explain."
Roland begged to disagree. It would not be the last time she would witness his strangeness when it came to this so it was better to put it out there. "I just...I don’t know how to explain this but I always have this silly nagging in the back of my mind that I have somehow carried back a piece of the dead person’s ghost or essence or something on my clothes. I have to get rid of them or else I fell like the dead person is around me."
"Alright, go change then." She answered.
Roland frowned. "You don’t find me strange?"
Sigrid placed her phone on her chest and sat up so that she could look at him clearly. "We are all strange Roland. We all have silly fears and strange thoughts that make no sense. Like me, I am afraid that I will not be a good mother to our children because I am not sentimental by nature.