New Habsburg.
Losa sat on a thick tree root protruding from the ground, chatting with a group of Winged Cavalry: "Rodok, Carl, Marinado, I remember you are all from Jorgelisburg, right? Tomorrow on your way back, you can each go home, I'll give each of you three days of leave."
"Thank you, sir."
The Winged Cavalry showed joyful expressions.
What difference does it make to achieve success without returning home, compared to walking at night in splendid clothes?
"Don't worry, you'll all get your chance."
Losa paused and teased, "I remember, only Potter, Neymar, and Viters among you are married, right? This time back, take advantage of the time."
The Winged Cavalry burst into laughter.
All vigorous young men, influenced by military discipline, have never visited a place likely to have diseases, but that doesn't mean they have no needs.
