The border was far. It usually took two to three days for the letters to arrive. Over the past five months, Xion had sent many letters but received four in return.
It felt like Darius replied only once for every two letters Xion sent. Not that Xion was complaining.
That was enough to tell how tense the situation was on the battlefield.
He was patiently waiting for the fresh news while performing his duties.
But when more than half a month had passed with no fresh news, Xion's heart started tensing again.
After waiting for another three days, a small army arrived at the gates of the main city. It was led by old man Berry.
If he was there, it meant the situation was better at the border.
Xion let out a sigh of relief as he went to welcome Berry.
"You look old," Xion joked as he filled Berry's cup with alcohol.
Berry had lost one of his arms during a fight, and yet his laughter was as booming as ever.
"Still more handsome than all of yah, young lads. Right, Your Grace?"
