Chapter 12
Carmen Valtas.
But Carmen Valtas?
The surname that followed was no ordinary one. In this harsh northern land, Valtas was a name that, if you didn't know it, you might as well be a spy. All because of one man.
The Black Wolf, Ensis Valtas.
The greatest warrior in the north, he was known as the queen's strongest sword and a relentless stickler for principles.
Carmen, as if she had read my thoughts, flashed a bright smile with her pitch-black eyes and said cheerfully,
"You're right. The Black Wolf, Ensis Valtas, is my father. But just so there's no misunderstanding—I should say this upfront—I'm an illegitimate child."
An illegitimate child? To the Black Wolf, that inflexible stickler for rules? As far as I knew, he had remained single ever since losing his wife.
Maybe people really are different from their reputations.
But pressing further here wouldn't be polite, so I gently changed the subject.
"Could you introduce the others with you?"