Valharat Castle, the Military Hospital


    Inside the hospital wing of Valharat Castle, Hernandorf lay in bed, still recovering from his injuries. Surrounding him were all the founding retainers of the Aishus Army—except for Yuri and Anima.


    "...There was no need for you to come, Epinnel."


    Hernandorf’s weary eyes flickered toward her, but Epinnel only clicked her tongue in annoyance.


    "Shut up. How’s your condition?"


    "Still breathing. Barely."


    "Don’t waste expensive food just to whine, Ern."


    "......."


    "Didn’t you hear me? Stop talking nonsense."


    "Epinnel, go easy on him. If it were me, I’d feel the same way."


    Epinnel’s scowl deepened.


    "And how exactly does sitting around, whining, solve anything? Shouldn’t we be marching in there to rescue her instead?! What is Yuri even doing?!"


    "He sent an envoy. He’s negotiating."


    "Negotiating?! That’s bullshit!"


    Bang!


    She slammed her fist against the table.


    Using such vulgar words toward the lord of Aishus should have been unthinkable.


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