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The one who opposes

Brendel and the militia followed alongside with Bretton and his riders. They transported the food and medicine to the Guards’ camp located in the Beldor’s forest region and traveled across the mountainous forest, and finally stopped at a camp in the valley. There was an uproar in the camp when they discovered the youths of the third militia squadron approaching towards them.

They thought the entire third militia squadron had perished in the battle of that fateful night and were prepared to accept that reality, only to find that they had returned alive.

The refugees were overjoyed. Even though they were not entirely comprised of Bucce’s natives, and some of them came from either Verbin or the Green village, the heartwarming scene affected everyone. This was the first piece of good news they have for the past two days.

A good omen like this signified that the future might be favorable. Along with the food and medicine they brought back, the people who were plagued by the cold and hunger were able to eat something warm, and the injured was treated. Everyone seemed to think that hope was not too far away, and they even forgot a little of the tragic battle they encountered in the afternoon.

Marden had given a command to light the campfires. The veteran soldier that survived the November War was brave and resilient, and would never submit to the Madara undead. He was not afraid of the undead forces discovering them, and he even said they were free to bring the battle before them as there were no cowards in Aouine.

There was simply no way to hide so many people who had no militia training, and he decided to make themselves comfortable.

Freya who had lost her relatives found herself treated like a hero. At first Brendel was worried that she might be depressed instead, but found that it was an unnecessary worry.

“Freya, it’s all thanks to you and your militia!”

“Freya, don’t be sad. You still have us, don’t you? Everyone in the village will support you. You’re a strong girl, everyone knows that!”

“Freya, are you alright? Come over here and let Aunt Aakash take a look at you. You need to be more careful!” A plump middle-aged woman parted the sea of people around her. She might have the quality of a having a loud voice and rough handling like a countryside villager, but her concern was genuine.

She parted Freya’s fringe and wiped her face and took a long hard look at the girl.

“Aunt Aakash, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Don’t hide everything in your heart, understand?”

“Really, I’m fine. Thanks, everyone.” Freya looked at everyone gathering around her. Her eyes were getting misty and interfered with her vision. They had a terrible time for the past two days. Their eyes were bloodshot and jumped at shadows, but she saw that they had genuine concern for her.

Brendel stood far away and watched this scene. A warmth spread in his heart.

The warm campfire and heartwarming affection

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