'What kind of general would say we're going to lose?' Light looked optimistically toward the future, hiding his worries and plans to flee. His optimism was a lie to avoid lowering the morale of his subordinates, who, just like him, were thinking about betraying him while he was considering running away.
The innocent girl, hearing his words, wiped a small tear forming at the corner of her eye. Her innocent and gentle gaze pierced Light's chest, as he hated having to lie to such a cute and innocent girl.
"It's good to hear that, my master, but why did you drink so much?" His face contorted as his morale plummeted to extraordinary levels.
"I just couldn't believe I did what I did..." Raising an eyebrow, he tried to understand what made him let out a long, deep sigh, his expression serious and carved in stone.
