A cup of coffee arrived in front of me, still steaming with its distinctive fragrance. The delicious pastries and cakes on display couldn't revive my lost appetite in an instant either. I don't drink coffee, but in my panic and anxiety, I simply pointed at the drink on the menu. I stared at the coffee, just to take my eyes off Frans' aunt who was still looking at me enthusiastically with Frans frowning in confusion. "Auntie, you're scaring Joe," Frans reprimanded in a low voice. The aunt nudged Frans playfully. "Why didn't you tell me you had a friend like him?" his aunt asked. Frans was even more astonished, taking a quick sip of his lemonade. "I didn't know Auntie's type was a guy like Joe," he replied innocently. "Ouch, you're so stupid!" The aunt exclaimed in dismay. I glanced at them every now and then. I really wanted to run away as soon as Aunt Frans told me that I was from a different 'world'. However, the woman easily put her arm around me and brought me to sit inside

Early in the morning, Adellia invited me for breakfast and tea. I was still upset with her, but of course, I wouldn't refuse food when offered. The royal chef's creations are truly the best!It felt like my first real taste of food because back at the barracks, we ate whatever the soldiers managed to hunt. Sometimes we had goat or turkey meat, on other days, we had fried plants and vegetables because some of the soldiers who hunted were vegan.Once, our group hunted down a giant female cow, but in the middle of the forest, hungry wolves awaited. We could only salvage parts of the cow's legs and tail, and that was a truly torturous dinner menu.Here, I was free to eat anything, and I didn't feel ashamed about it! I finished my last spoonful of corn soup and followed it with a sip of warm milk tea."I can see you've filled out since joining the military," remarked Adellia, having finished her breakfast."That's right. Soldiers are pushed insanely hard in training," I replied shortly.Ad

"Can you tell the difference between a grenade and a landmine?" Ben whispered."It's obviously different, didn't you learn?" Dean responded with irritation.Ben nodded innocently. "We only practiced avoiding those things five times," he defended himself.Willem, walking ahead, then turned to the two of them, pointing to the line of officers preparing their pegasus. "We'll get scolded again later, so keep it down," he warned.I had already arrived at the barracks and was now getting ready to ride the pegasus to the battlefield. Earlier, we had already taken the weapons provided by the military, and this time there was no need to return them!I tightened the bowstring and made sure the arrows wouldn't fall when flying later. The dagger was already hanging neatly in the holster. I had considered bringing a sword, but I thought it wasn't efficient.I might be facing opponents with magical powers, so a sword wasn't necessary. I brought the bow hoping I'd be placed as long-range cavalry so

I was used to exploring forests during my month-long career as a hunter in this world. However, I had just realized that the forests I had been in were nothing compared to what I was experiencing now. Brisia, the officer, led us with deft steps. There was only the sound of breathing that accompanied us all the time. Sometimes I had to walk with my head down or crouch when the officer instructed us to do so. Several times we were told to stay where we were and keep our weapons at the ready. I heard nothing but my own breathing, even the sound of my footsteps on the leaves was kept to a minimum. This forest was relatively the same as any other, with trees floating high in the air. I even found them difficult to climb, as the branches were too far for the average height of the soldiers to reach. The interlocking rocks made the path even steeper. A large boulder blocked the way, so we had to climb over it, making sure our grip was strong enough to avoid an embarrassing fall. Then a ge

I was once accidentally buried in the ground while training in the barracks, and that was only a week ago. Now I was buried again, this time voluntarily to avoid the fire. This grave was quite deep, otherwise I would have been roasted by the heat of the fire, which I could still feel even though I was quite far from the ground. The crackling of the trees was deafening, similar to twigs on a campfire, but this time I was sure the fire had burned down the remaining trees. Hendrik! I was sure he was the culprit. I also thought that there was no way he could have done this just to kill me, he must have wanted to threaten the military with all of this. That's the most plausible motive I can think of. Then I started to worry about Delilah. She was strong and agile, but I couldn't even estimate Hendrik's strength. There's a chance that he knows Delilah's true identity as the Windvire Clan. I have to get out of here and save her. But I won't be able to do anything until the flames are ex