These eyelids felt sufficient to experience comfort, slowly opening wide to gaze around with a sense of wonder. "Ah... it's already morning..." Cyria hastily got up from her bed, and at that moment, she realized that Garlan was not there. It was disappointing for her, trying so hard to get a tough man like Garlan to accompany her in bed, but it had not worked at all. "He must not like a girl like me..." She began to step away from the room, having already changed into much finer clothing. However, she chose not to wear the usual mask. She wanted to feel the refreshing air of the morning, the breeze that could relieve her fatigue accumulated over time. From a distance, an unexpected surprise. Her eyes caught a figure standing tall, gazing at the newly risen sun—it was Garlan. Cyria felt hesitant to continue walking, aft

 Reval began to embrace his freedom; he was served some fruits and meat by the women under Cyria's command. No further questions were asked, in accordance with Garlan's instructions. Reval eagerly consumed the food, a far cry from the Garlan he knew. This voracious appetite was often characteristic of Gobil. Garlan and Cyria stood, observing Reval. "He's eating so eagerly. Did you not provide him with food during his captivity?" Garlan asked seriously, seemingly on the verge of anger. Cyria sighed in frustration. "What else could we do? We cannot treat prisoners lightly; they must face the consequences of entering this forest." Garlan remained silent in response to this statement. From the previous stories he had heard, it was clear that all of this was fueled by smoldering resentment. He couldn't judge others for having diff

"Homeland, huh!" Garlan fell silent as he beheld the nighttime sky, his heart deeply shaken by today's events. After their conversation, Cyria asked Garlan to explore the village. The smiles, hospitality, and way of life there truly made it clear that nature had merged with these people. Everything seemed no different from what had happened in the past, and Garlan couldn't help but envy it. If only he could return to the past for a true life. "Why am I thinking about that now? Right now, I am nobody. Here, I'm just a man who must strive not to fall into sadness..." Garlan's tone seemed tough, but in reality, his heart was profoundly shaken by all these events. Perhaps he would never be able to have that desire. Days passed until five had come and gone. Over the past few days, Garlan had truly adapted to the ways of the people there. In addition to the military training he receive

With the occurrence of this attack, it has sent a chilling signal to all the villagers.Until now, they had never experienced such a problem, and it was clear that Garlan was the target of this error."Carrying out an attack like that, they are really trying to find me..."The armor used by the soldiers could be confirmed; they were indeed searching for Garlan."It turns out you're here!"Garlan was suddenly stunned upon hearing the greeting in this tone, slowly turning to face it.Since the attack happened, Garlan didn't want to show his face. He isolated himself on the hill that offered a view of the entire forest.The figure of Bokuri standing there gazed at him with a cold stare. The mysterious intensity of that gaze made Garlan feel like this was not a good sign."The tribal chief wants to meet with you!""It's time!" Garlan hurriedly stood up and said, "Yes..."Then they began to walk away.From behind, Garlan gazed at Bokuri's cold back. For some reason, this sensation suddenly

Everyone fell into an increasingly uncertain silence; a thousand languages would not be enough to express what was inside their heads. This was a humiliation that could potentially have a detrimental impact on their hopes. "Do we really have to leave this place? We've been living here for years!" one of them expressed their disappointment, a decision that Garlan couldn't blame if it was indeed the final choice. Garlan's headshake was a signal for them to understand this situation could not be taken lightly. "Do we have no chance of defeating them?" Cyria asked again to confirm his heartfelt statement. "No, but it depends on the number of enemies." It was known this village was inhabited by around 200 people, and the numbers had been reduced due to previous attacks. Not everyone here could participate in the battle; most were women, elderly, or children.<