Conrad stared at the wall in front of him, his teeth gritted as he tried to contain his emotions. He still couldn't contact Eliriel.
"There's still something wrong with me. Or with Eliriel."
Conrad turned to look out the window. There, he saw helicopters flying around more frequently than usual. Smoke and various types of damage could also be seen from here.
The country was still not in good shape. Yet, Conrad couldn't care less about it. All that was on his mind right now was Eliriel.
Then, Conrad suddenly remembered something he should have done from the beginning. He cursed his own foolishness for it.
'The Elves!' he thought. Then he jumped off his bed and rushed out of his room.
Conrad barged into Thomas's room without knocking, almost startling Thomas to the point where he nearly fell out of his chair.
"What the hell, man!" Thomas snapped. "Can't you knock?!"
"Sorry," Conrad said. "Do you have contact information for the three soldiers who fought with us back then?"
