"Don't give your promises lightly." Winters sighed long and deep—clearly, Caman possessed information he didn't know, but the latter was unwilling to disclose it at the moment—he said helplessly:
"If there's anything I've learned from my experiences, it's that the more confident a promise is made, the more tortuous its realization process tends to be. Even when the promise is fulfilled, it's often not in the way you originally imagined."
Caman guiltily looked at the ground, avoiding Winters' gaze. After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat, trying to change the subject: "You still haven't told me—who got you into this state?"
Winters' expression involuntarily grew heavy, as if recalling scenes from the battlefield. He forced out an answer with effort: "The New Reclamation Expeditionary Army."
"How could it be?" Caman was increasingly bewildered: "The rebels you fought... did the New Reclamation Expeditionary Army also have high-level mages with them?"
