I'm sitting on a mat inside a red tent. The low, evening light seeps through little parchments on the roof of the tent, and it's bright enough to highlight the interior of the tent.
But, the thing is, there's nothing here. Just the mat I'm lying on, a small wooden table by the corner, and a small wooden shelf where I'm supposed to put my clothes.
I can't believe I forgot to pack clothes with me. I didn't bring any bag, shoes or whatever.
I let out a weary sigh as I massage my forehead.
Alberto slightly explained the state of the battlefield to me while guiding me to my tent. He said the red tents aren't a symbol of the Flameworths or anything.
Here on the battlefield, noble families and noble bloods do not mean anything. Although, there are nobles who still manage to get special privileges despite this.
