Ep1c

21

In the dim interior of the tent, there is only the slow breathing of a sleeping silver-haired girl.

“Nnn……”

The girl’s eyes opened slightly and she reached out sleepily, looking for something.
Her hand landed on a blanket. She slowly fumbled through it, feeling under it.
She is alone in the bed.
It is noisy outside, she can hear voices and sounds of soldiers moving about.
――oh yeah, this is a battlefield.

She was still sleepy but could not relax enough to go back to sleep.
She slowly sat up and looked around.
Selene was not in the tent. She must have woken up earlier.
Krische sat there hugging the blanket for a while, staring blankly into space.
She felt the pouch hanging from her neck with only one piece of candy inside.
She fiddled with the candy through the cloth as she stood up.

Krische washed her face with water from a pitcher, waking herself with the cool water.
The surrounding temperature is not that low, but it still felt chilly.
She grabbed her cloak and wrapped it around herself.

She grabbed the bread she had set aside and dipped it in cold soup.
It does not taste that bad. She tore off small pieces and filled her stomach.
Unusually, she was not in the mood to enjoy the taste and finished her meal quickly.

Should I brew some tea?
Krische felt like drinking something warm, but also felt too lazy.
Then master’s tent.
But her feet were heavy.
She sat on the bed and stared into space.
Her mind might not be fully awake yet.
She sat there blankly, just toying with the candy bag.

“……Krische wants to go back and cook with Bery.”

Krische muttered to herself.
At that moment, someone pulled open the tent’s entrance.

“Hm? You woke up? I thought you would still be asleep.”

Her beautiful blonde hair whipped left and right like a horse’s tail.
Selene smiled as she drew closer and clasped Krische’s cheeks between her hands.
Her hands felt warm in the chilly tent.

“Good morning. The sun rose a while ago.”
“……yes, good morning.”
“Have you ate? Did you wash your face?”
“Er……yes.”

Krische nodded.
Selene patted her head and sat down next to her on the bed.

“There’s a meeting at noon, so I came to wake you up. Is your mind awake?”
“……ehehe, yes.”

Krische hugged Selene.
Selene smiled wryly and petted Krische’s head as Krische pressed herself closer.

“And this is how you act when your mind is awake? Never mind, saves me some trouble.”

Selene smiled and rubbed her cheek against Krische’s.
She gently combed her fingers through Krische’s long hair.

“We have some time……so, Krische, can you brew us some tea? Today……I will have the same as you, sweet with plenty of honey.”
“And plenty of milk?”
“Yes. The same.”
“Okay.”

Krische smiled and nodded.

They have complete control of the initiative.
The enemy is forced to react to their movements and under their control.
――It is time.

“I believe it is time to attack. Any objections?”

Nobody objected to Bogan’s statement.
Everyone in the tent nodded deeply in agreement.

“……since there is no movement from the central army, we will have to drive back the enemy by ourselves. I would rather bet on our victory than on the south holding out.”