The sun was up when Crockta opened his eyes. He felt refreshed.0

“…!”0

He was surprised because he felt too refreshed. Crockta looked around him, but he couldn’t find Tiyo and Anor, who were supposed to be lying inside the tent with him. Crockta ran outside.0

“Oh, did you finally wake up?” asked Tiyo.1

“Crockta, what a sleepyhead,” said Anor. The two were smirking as they cooked meat on top of a makeshift grill above the campfire. It was already noon.0

“How…” muttered Crockta. They were supposed to follow the chiefdom’s route as soon as the sun was up, but it was already afternoon.0

Caska smiled as she walked toward him. “Why are you looking at us like that? We were trying to be considerate of you.”0

“You delayed traveling because of me?”0

“Yeah.”0

“The chiefdom is…”0

“The chieftain is injured anyway. He certainly won’t overexert himself for a day, so you should rest.”0

Caska had deliberately delayed the move for Crockta.2

“There’s a saying that the more rushed you are, the more you should slow down,” she said.0

Crockta looked around him. The dark elf soldiers were preparing their meals in good spirits. Crockta’s face stiffened.1

“Caska...”0

“What, you’re touched?” asked Caska.0

Crockta had a realization when he saw the grin on her face. ‘These dark elves don’t understand war.’1

Although they had experienced battles,...0