Ethan quickly looked around, but still didn't see Lane.
He frowned, thinking he must have imagined it.
How could Lane appear at the battlefield front lines?
She hadn't enlisted.
As Ethan scanned the area, Maris stepped forward, chest lifted, her wolf ears pricking up.
Unexpectedly, her reputation had already reached the battlefield.
Thinking this, she let out a bright laugh.
"Generals, you flatter me. How could Maris compare to you? The victory at northern front was merely luck, not because I am especially brave or capable."
Her words left everyone stunned.
Several commanders exchanged subtle glances.
Of course, they had heard of Maris. She had her first-class merit at the northern front, helping secure the treaty with Valkirk.
But that treaty had barely been inked before Valkir
