An Old Enemy

As he listened to the quiet breathing of Veran, Arthur watched the blonde knight stumble toward them. Kaza looked like a mess, as he must have seen the short meeting between Arthur and the Hydra.

"Seika?" the knight asked with confusion before he saw his friend on the ground, sleeping peacefully. Arthur was leaning on the tree beside him, waiting silently.

"Shush," Arthur gestured for the knight to be quiet, and he nodded before he took small steps toward them and sat down beside Veran.

Arthur watched with interest as Kaza looked at his friend as if his soul was slowly returning to his body, seeing that he was unharmed. A feeling bloomed within his heart when he witnessed their friendship, and it was envy.

'I never had such a friend,'

Everyone he considered friends would do anything to protect him, but he never had such a casual friendship yet so mutually independent.