Four hours later, Melty woke up sluggishly. His pale face had regained a bit of luster. He struggled to stand while looking at his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was he heard a knock on his head. Though, he had already prepared to meet his dismissal. However, things were not what he expected. The environment was too conducive to be an enemy camp.
Shortly, Melty heard footsteps. He looked at the entrance, waiting for the arrival of the people who captured him. Thomas entered into the tent while his cold expressionless face was locked on Melty.
Seeing Thomas, Melty was dumbfounded. How did the commander come to be here? He opened his mouth but words refused to come out. Melty closed his mouth slowly and wanted to stand up. But Thomas gestured to him to sit down.
"How is your body?" Thomas asked flatly.
"Good. In the next few days, I should be back on my peak form." Melty replied, avoiding Thomas' cold gaze. "Commander –"
