In Mentos' watchful gaze, the curve of Lann's mood soared as soon as he began reading Hacksaw's letters.
Until now, he was in an unprecedented state of excitement.
However, despite what his hormone levels indicated, Lann's expression and tone remained so composed that it seemed as if nothing had happened.
The calmer Lann appeared, the more Mentos understood that his emotions at this moment were absolutely genuine!
"That's an entire army, sir."
On the path he ran, the biological AI made the last reminder it could offer.
"We dealt with the Niflgaard people's forces, that was at dusk yesterday, and the outcome was not ideal."
"That was because I wanted to protect something at that time." Lann said calmly. "But now, there should be nothing left that needs my protection."
It had been four hours since he left the camp, and now he had to retrace his steps.
Would the refugees nearing the border be willing to wait? Would Hacksaw, who had already been prepared, leave any time?
