She was essentially the only normal person in that squad.
When she took action, Annan felt very reassured.
Dmitry was still busy with work and didn't come back for dinner; Maria hadn't come down from the Tower of the Storm yet. In the vast Duchy Mansion, the home of the ruler of the Winter Duchy, at last only two people sat down together for dinner.
The food at Duchy Mansion was indeed delicious but was by no means luxurious—a platter of fragrant pan-fried lamb chops, a plate of sliced sausage, a small dish of pickled cucumber, followed by a bowl of salad, a bowl of stewed pear, and a serving of dumpling-like food filled with fish and egg.
Most of it was meant for Annan.
After all, Annan was growing. He had a silver-tier battle profession and, although he seldom exercised or fought, his daily training combined with the frigid Wintry weather allowed Annan to consume nearly twice as much food as a normal adult.
