Forsythia's coat fluttered like a graceful butterfly and landed on the head of a mercenary.
The scent of sweat mixed with a faint fragrance of a woman filled the air, causing the mercenary to feel weak at the knees. He wished for his leader to hurry up and finish his business so he could have his turn.
While indulging in his fantasy, he tugged off the garment covering his head, held it to his nose, and took a deep breath, accompanied by a satisfied sigh. But at the same time, he saw a falling inspection report.
Driven by curiosity, the mercenary grabbed the report, unfolded it, and took a closer look.
The dim forest allowed some sunlight to penetrate, revealing what looked like an inspection report.
Upon closer inspection, his face changed dramatically, and he shouted, "Captain, don't do it!"
The captain's hand, which was about to tear off Forsythia's clothes, halted.
