Atarah Klyte
I held onto my neck while bravely facing the leader of IXIX in front of me according to what I heard from those filthy IXIX who don't even bathe, it seems like he's the only one who holds or leads IXIX, which covers this country. Each country has rebels with different leaders, but supposedly there's always one main leader among them.
I looked at him sharply eye to eye. He looks like an Arab which I can't explain. Thick eyebrows, too sharp nose, thick mustache and beard, round eyes, and slightly brownish skin color, in short, he looks smelly.
"I heard right that you're too brave," he grinned while sitting Indian-style and wiping his gun.
In my five days staying in their camp surrounded by ugly and smelly creatures, we only met their leader now. He came here with a pregnant
