The Holy Kingdom's camp.
On top of a high wall, Michael held his staff firmly as he observed the surroundings with heavy eyes.
Grrrr!
Hearing a strange sound, he shifted his gaze to the person standing beside him.
She was Mira, her hands placed on her stomach in sadness.
"Hungry? I heard that the dirt tastes like chicken if you pour your mana into it." Michael joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Mira barely moved her head to look at him and muttered: "I heard that eating other soldiers is allowed in necessity… like our current situation. It was stated in the laws that there won't be any punishment for that."
Michael shivered at her response. He forced a smile and let out a fake laugh: "Ha ha ha, what you're saying is right. But, this is the case for eating the corpse of an ALREADY DEAD SOLDIER! Thankfully, I'm alive."
"For now." Mira licked her lips, she continued looking at him with hunger.
