Roland knocked on the door and pushed it open after he heard Nightingale's consent.
The heavy drapes hung in the room would only be pulled apart in the early morning and evening, to let in some fresh air. At other times they were down for warmth and shade.
The only source of light came from the two candle stands at the end of the bed. The candles burned in silence and projected two crossing shadows on the objects in the room.
He walked to the bed and watched the still unconscious girl buried in soft pillows and quilts. He let out a little sigh.
"Everything is okay at the border front line?" Nightingale came to hand him a glass of warm water.
"Everything has gone on well." Roland took a sip and handed the glass back to her. "After that day we didn't encounter any more large groups of demonic beasts. When the injured Militia members returned to the army, they were... inspired."
"What about the opening in the city wall?"
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