PS. Written in a hurry, the content is as the title suggests.
After listening to Tracy Garcia's recount of the process, Leonard Churchill couldn't help feeling both helpless and amused.
He couldn't understand why the girl had such unwavering trust in him.
Leonard himself didn't believe he could necessarily survive every adventure, but Tracy Garcia was certain that he would use the Spirit Communication Scroll to save her.
But it was pointless to talk about that now.
What mattered was that she was alive.
Looking at Bun-Haired Miss, covered in dust and dirt, Leonard guessed she had been through rough times and invited her to sit, casually offering, "Would you like some tea?"
The tent was a single-person deerskin shelter, quite small.
Tracy Garcia didn't mind in the slightest, taking a seat next to Leonard Churchill and responded with a beaming smile, "Sure!"
