What followed was a long period of silence.
Anna's eyes were not as tranquil as Roland had thought. As the couple gazed silently at each other, he saw the surging undercurrent beneath the cerulean surfaces. It was comprised of anxiety, fear, but above all, resolve. This was the reason why her expression was always looked so steely.
As time slid away quietly, the feeling became more and more intense.
Roland finally realized that he was not going to change her mind.
He closed his eyes and exhaled a long sigh.
"Alright, but you must agree to one request."
"Say it."
"You must never go on the frontline. You'll always remain in the rear."
"Promised."
"If something happens on the battlefield..." Roland wet his lips. "I'm saying, in case, I..."
"If something like that really happens, I'll leave the Northern Region immediately," Anna said without reserve.
Roland seemed stunned for a moment.
