It's been a month, and the atmosphere at the border keeps getting brighter, regardless of the daily struggles and loss of lives. Although we also have more lives sent to us, Primas specifically.
"Master, when are we leaving?"
And a particular someone is very tired of the border, she asks that almost every day.
"Calm down Arry, aren't you enjoying this?" I said to her while waving my hand and greeting other Primas. I've become quite popular in the past few weeks, thanks to Siegfried's grand skill dragon slayer. No demonic beast escapes that skill except for the sandworm.
After a long patrol walk, we returned home in the night only to meet Zephyrus and Denethor in a gloomy atmosphere.
"What is wrong?" I didn't firstly take them serious, smiling.
"Young Lord... The thing is..." His demeanour got me serious as I realised he was struggling to say something, he lowered his face and gritted his teeth. But I was still left to wonder
