EVA LEVESQUE
“Eva? Can we talk?” Sigrid stood in front of me. He was already wearing his combat attire and a bandolier armed with daggers. He was scratching the back of his neck, looking all flustered. Somehow, it got me wondering why he looked like that.
We went outside the tent. The soldiers are busier than usual. People are walking around carrying the supplies left, soldiers are saying instructions and what needs to be done, and others are busy tending to the injured soldiers.
Sigrid and I walked toward the edge of the hill where we can oversee the field. The hill that the camp and village were camping on was steep. The normal and small-sized monsters will struggle to climb up, so we only have to worry about the flying ones, the big ones, and the fast ones.
From the side, some of t
