Sigurd is on a secret mission to infiltrate the Slave trade, tho he's here as the First Prince, Julius von Pallistan's bodyguard, not to mention he probably won't do much since Scarlet El Vandimion is also here, the Woman with even more physical prowess than she does Beauty which is incredible because she's also quite beautiful.

He was just on his way to look for Prince Julius who had somehow slipped away in a single moment of carelessness, when he spotted Her.

"Huh..?"

Likely the most Beautiful Woman he's ever seen, even more Beautiful than the Icy rose, Scarlett El Vandimion, A dream worthy woman he never expected could be real. Someone so utterly fictional in likely the minds of many young men, appearing in Reality, his Reality. It felt like his mind stopped for a second as if loading this encounter and he just stared at her, a woman so incredibly Beautiful it made Sigurd's cheek flush at the mere sight of her. And this Woman is, Attending the very Slave auction they intend to destroy..

Life plays cruel tricks sometimes. A perfect woman and yet she's a corrupt noble.