The Guardians’ Choice
Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation
The training camp did not have any remarkable scenery, but there was a lot of vegetation. Along the way, Mill went to the ginkgo tree where they had met.
The two were silent along the way, and Mill was the first to speak when they sat down. She blushed as she said, "The final assessment is tomorrow. Are you nervous?"
"No, I'm all right," Moss answered smilingly, but he was doubtful.
'Did Mill drag me here just to ask if I'm nervous?'
"Well, I am. Will you be sad if I die?" Mill blurred her eyes as she asked faintly.
"That won't happen with me around," Moss's reply was brief, but he did not hesitate.
Mill became teary-eyed when she heard Moss's words. She muttered, "Moss, I've been paying attention to you since the professional competition. I used to think you were a cold and arrogant person.