After addressing the crowd, Alexander strode to Sir Sigmund. They were talking for quite a while, and a considerable amount of urgency decorated their faces. Sir Sigmund and his Company mounted their horses and bid Alex farewell.
He started moving again but abruptly stopped. He twirled his body and our eyes met, which made me curse inside.
'Shit. Am I caught red-handed eyeing him?'
Nonetheless, he waved his hand up and down. I clucked my tongue in irritation.
'What is it that he wants?'
I sighed and reluctantly rolled my feet toward him, followed by Fedel and Sir Ulrich. Before I could reach him, he spun and approached the Knights. I raised my eyebrow in wonder, I thought he was going to nag at me. Guess that wasn't the issue.
"May I know who was in charge of the administration here?"
A knight stepped forward and introduced himself, we shadowed him and entered a tent. He gave Alex a big book and he began to read it.
As time passed by, his complexion became more and more apparent, turning into anxiety as if he was bothered by something. Just looked at him, he even tapped his finger on the armrest and now he was clenching his forehead.
Suddenly, he twirled his head at me, ah, damn it, I was caught red-handed staring at him twice! We exchanged glances for a few seconds before he returned his attention to Sir Wyatt.
I could vividly see how his eyes flickered with confusion when he looked at me. Now I remembered, his odd behavior started when we arrived at the Refugee Camp before he descended the carriage, there, he looked like someone who tried to overcome some trauma in his life.
Also, I couldn't help but furrow my brows at every question that he threw at Sir Wyatt. At first, there was nothing wrong with his question, however...
"Do we have a doctor here? How many medications do we have? How about the weaponry? The armory? Do we have spares of them? If we have, how many of them? Also, how about the Provision? How many worth days are they?"
I was baffled at how Alex bombarded Sir Wyatt with queries. Not only me, everyone inside the tent had the same reaction. But, what was his intention in asking all of those?
The Emperor clearly stated that we need to observe the refugees and not ask us to question the Knights about their weaponry or armory. Was he forgotten?
"Say, Sir Wyatt, what will you do if the Yovanny Kingdom sends men to attack this camp?"
My mind went blank. Wait. Where did this conversation lead? He didn't think what I thought, did he? I stole a glance from the tail of my eyes to Fedel and Sir Ulrich, however, their expressions couldn't help ease my distress at all. They now had the same serious face as Alexander.
After hearing Sir Wyatt's response, the corner of his lips raised. However, it was totally in a different manner, not the gentle and soft smile that he usually gave me, but more of a mockery smirk. I could easily distinguish between them because he grinned too much at me.
'But then again, there's nothing wrong with Alexander's presumption, we're at war and every possibility might occur. Sir Wyatt's reply was somehow outrageous, no wonder Alex poked fun at him. Even if he didn't say it out loud, I knew deep down Alex was angry. Let's just hope that the Knight's ignorance won't develop into a disastrous experience.'
He decided to check on the weaponry and armory. We trailed Sir Wyatt once more. Alex walked to the front and I stared at his broad shoulders.
As expected of the main character of this world, even just looking at his back, you know that he was reliable--except for me, because I was destined to die at his hands.
'But, damn. His words keep bugging me and I'm not fond of how it feels.'
In the end, I encourage myself to ask.
"You know what--"
He turned and our eyes met.
"--you looked like someone who was preparing for a war."
He came to an abrupt halt as he heard my declarations. His face was devoid of any expression but he eventually smiled. Alright, that was the first time he gave me a fake smile.
"In your imagination."
With that, he spun and resumed his step.
'You're a hypocrite.'
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Black ink stained the paper as I scratched the sheet with my fountain pen. I was sitting on the grass on the mountain. I straightened my back and gazed far away.
Woody's scent filled the space and breezes swayed my hair. I lowered my eyes and the blue ocean could be found under the sky.
However, I lifted my head as a shadow was cast upon me and a black-haired boy with golden eyes stood behind me with his back bent toward me.
We stared at each for a few seconds before his eyes moved and peeked at the report on my lap. Unexpectedly, he let out a scornful snicker.
"Heh, you listened pretty well, huh?"
Returning my attention to the paper and pen, I retorted as I stored them back inside my magical sphere.
"Of course, unlike certain someone."
"Pfft, ahaha."
Nevertheless, he just laughed and laid his body on the lawn next to me. I looked at the gorgeous blue sea that was presented there. Surely, this place was my favorite spot.
"Frankly, it'll be useless, though."
"Was it because of the raid?"
"There won't be any raid here."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
It had been three days since our arrival at the Refugee Camp. While I observed and surveyed here and there, he spent his time with the Knights about meeting and practicing defense or something. Luckily, Alexander managed to convince the higher-ups with the help of Sir Ulrich.
"By the way, where are Fedel and Sir Ulrich? You're alone."
"I dismissed them."
Alexander hummed in response. As I memorized something, I turned to the boy that was lying.
"I thought you were going to show me about Elemental Shells."
He answered my question without bothering to open his eyes.
"It's not an Elemental Shell, but an Elemental Cannon."
"What makes them different?"
"Elemental Shells contain the five elemental forms; they are ammunition for Elemental Cannon. While Elemental Cannon is a weapon developed by the Archanist Tower."
"So, when are you going to show them to me?"
He opened his eyelids and I could see how his golden pupil rolled slowly before fixating on my azure eyes.
"Tonight--"
There was no expression both in his eyes and face.
"--I'll show you tonight."
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