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"Are you sure she will come here?" I asked, looking up at the sky above the village that had always accompanied us for two days in this wooden cage.
"I am sure. I have sent a text message, but I do not know exactly when she will come." Anya answered so casually and flatly as if her voice had no fear or worry. Unlike me, if Arya didn't come today, then Anya and I would have to agree to Bhisma's second request.
The wound on my stomach seemed to have started to dry up much faster than usual. Every time the nurse came and changed my bandage, I did not see any blood on the bandage at all.
Of course, the two other news that came to me made my mind spin wildly. I cannot imagine working under the pressure of Izunaya's soldiers.
Moreover, seeing myself as a Camelotian – the name for the peoples of the Camelot kingdom – who had killed five Izunaya soldiers to get to this point, the lowest point. I am sure they do not hesitate to hurt me far more than the cruelty to the villagers.
