"Qian."
The gentle call seemed lower than the gusting wind outside.
The red-haired girl lifted her head. Veronica sat not far from her, the two taking shelter in a natural windbreak formed by the inward curve of the black rocks, a terrain not uncommon in this region perpetually shrouded by gales and sand.
Veronica seemed to want to break the silence but suddenly didn't know where to start; the girl in front of her was filled with intense wariness towards her, which wasn't surprising since they had been enemies before.
But the Female Legion Commander ultimately chose to speak.
Qian blinked her beautiful amber eyes, looking with curiosity at the female noble from the Cruz Empire. Their relationship seemed to have transformed from adversaries into this delicate mutual dependency, leaving her with a surreal feeling.
Of course, more than that is apprehension, not from fear and tension about her own situation but from the concern born after leaving the Lord.
