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The memory of me and Anya's capture near the wheat fields kept ringing in my mind. Unfortunately, I did the wrong thing and also the plan. In the end, Anya and I were caught by them.
"Damn Camelotians!"
"I wish the commander would kill him!"
I slowly opened my eyes, and my head still felt dizzy with blurry vision. However, slowly but surely, my eyesight began to return to normal.
I was in a wooden cage, bound by iron chains to a pole. I looked around, the place of this cage looked damp and dirty and gave off a pungent smell of dirt.
I looked at the wound in my stomach. There was a white bandage covering the stab wound. Are they still taking care of me even though I am locked up in a place like this?
"Are you awake?"
I turned my head to look at the person behind me. The long-haired woman is none other than Anya. She seems to be tied to a pole together with me.
"What is going on?" I asked quietly.
