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The Allied Forces would camp for about three days to reorganize. The battle had only just ended, and the cleanup was still underway.
It was late at night. Inside Cliffman’s tent within the Royal Class garrison, Erhi lay sprawled on a mat, muttering to himself as he nibbled on a piece of bread he’d found somewhere.
“Why does it feel busier now that the battle’s over?”
“Are there many injured?” asked Connor Lint.
Erhi glanced over at him. “When aren’t there many?”
Erhi, who could use holy incantations, found himself busier than he had been during the battle, as he was busy treating the wounded.
Inside the tent were Erhi, Cliffman, Kaier, and Lint.
As usual, Cliffman lay on his cot, staring blankly at the ceiling of the tent.
They almost always ended up gathering like this, and Heinrich would join them when he came.
Cliffman had never actually suggested using his tent as a hangout spot. It had all started when Connor Lint began visiting Cliffman’s tent regularly. Soon, Kaier and Erhi, who were looking for Lint, joined in. Eventually, Heinrich, who was trying to find everyone, ended up staying as well.
Cliffman never seemed to mind.
“Where’s Heinrich?” Lint asked, glancing around.
Kaier shrugged. “He usually sticks with his sister during battles, right? Since he’s royalty, he’s probably got a lot on his plate.”
Erhi, still sprawled out on the mat, turned to look at Kaier. “Heinrich went to the Temple with us, so I guess it’s fine to refer to him so casually. But his sister is the commander of the Kernstadt military and the future queen. Is it really okay to refer to her so informally?”
“Oh, was that too much?” Kaier asked, uncertainty creeping into his voice.
The sudden question left both of them scratching their heads.
Was it really acceptable for commoners like them to use informal language when speaking about...
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