A Guard's Thoughts

Outside Anthart's tent, countless Antoids moved helter-skelter carrying bags of loads and luggage as they prepared for the journey back to Lantai. However, a portion of them had their eyes remotely fixed on the six figures coming out of the prince's tent with a leather bag of items. “Deep curiosity fills those eyes, but they won't dare to approach,” said Os, who then glanced at his behind.

Meanwhile, Felma, who was carrying the bag, was locked in her thoughts, ‘I became a mercenary and a hunter, searching for a blue whistle or a rare item like those grasses to use in saving my daughter and healing her sickness. Yet when I came so close to retrieving it, I was stabbed and nearly lost all hope in my years of searching, but thanks to the Prince's benevolence, I can finally hold onto that hope again.

Subconsciously, she was unaware of how tightly held the bag was under her hands. ‘Mummy’s coming back, dear, so hang on.’ A smile gradually formed as they returned to their tent.