At the mention of enemies, Charlotte immediately perked up. Rolling around on the bed, she protested, "I want to learn powerful sword techniques and spear skills too! You went to war yesterday, didn't you? Damn it, and you didn't take me with you."
"Learning martial skills isn't a problem, but the logistics role you're responsible for carries no less pressure than the soldiers on the front line. Behind every army stands food and supplies…"
"Huh? What? I… don't really understand."
The moment the conversation turned to military strategy, Charlotte's brain immediately shut down. Her mouth hung slightly open, revealing a look of innocent confusion.
Phield covered his face. "Never mind."
"Oh."
Charlotte scratched her head. Her delicate feet, clad in white stockings, swayed gently in the air. Her toes spread slightly apart, each one leaving just enough space to pinch something between them. The stretch made the white stockings thinner and more translucent.
"Hehe."
