Letters in the midst of war.0

At a time when the grand magic of mass teleportation was necessary to transport war supplies, letters were considered a luxury.0

Nevertheless, letters arrived periodically.0

For soldiers on the battlefield, letters from their families inquiring about their well-being were a great morale booster, reminding them of those they needed to protect and reigniting their fighting spirit.0

Of course, given the large scale of the army, such letters might be so numerous that it could disrupt the supply of other important materials, at least under normal circumstances.0

Unfortunately, many soldiers had lost the families they would exchange such letters with. Therefore, the number of letters arriving was small, and because of this dark irony, such letters could occasionally be delivered.0

After Lanian Sesor’s performance ended, Heinrich headed to Lint’s tent.0

The letters had already been sorted by recipient.0

Connor Lint, Heinrich, Cliffman, and Erhi de Raffaeli sat in the tent.0

Cliffman, wearing his usual cold expression, was opening his letters one by one.0

“Where’s Kaier?” Lint asked.0

Erhi shrugged. “Probably hugging the Arc Crystal. He said he’d be staying there overnight.”0

The Arc Crystal was a large-scale mana storage artifact.0

Kaier wasn’t much help in direct combat, but when his talent was combined with the abilities of the...0