In Nash's mind, the Pharaoh was definitely not a good person."Look over there! The Yaren women are gathering herbs!"They saw the women working hard."The allied forces' raid destroyed most of the herbs, which are their primary source of income.""Wait…" Felix suddenly rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "Am I seeing things, or is that someone familiar among the Yaren women?"Nash immediately recognized Nina in the midst of the women. She had managed to fit in quickly, even chatting happily with them. Most of these women hadn’t received any formal education and spoke their native Yaren language. The younger ones could speak a bit of the common language. Nina seemed to be able to communicate with them quite well.Nash glanced at Felix. "You’re not seeing things."Felix was shocked. "What? Ma'am followed us all the way to the Yaren territory!"Nash pressed his lips together and corrected him, "From now on, call her Miss Nina.""Understood, Captain," Felix replied.Despite his word
Nina knew her pants were wet. Everyone too. It was a small price to pay for gathering herbs, and she didn't mind."I’ll change when we get back," she said casually.Nash, however, warned her, "If you don’t protect your legs from the damp, you could get rheumatism.""It’s just for a little while," Nina replied politely. "I’ll change my pants as soon as we return."But Nash’s attention was fixed on her legs. Without saying a word, he knelt down and began to roll up her pant legs.Surprised and a bit embarrassed, Nina tried to stop him. "What are you doing? It’s really not necessary."Ignoring her protests, Nash took off his kneepads and fastened them around her legs.Everyone around them watched with growing curiosity.Arin covered her mouth in excitement, as if she had just discovered a juicy piece of gossip.Their relationship was clearly not ordinary!It felt like watching a romantic drama unfold.Nash tightened the kneepads, securing them snugly. "These are waterproof and
Arin was describing a romantic scene she had read in a novel, almost too sweet to handle. However, Nina couldn't feel the same way. Her relationship with Nash was mostly bittersweet. Seeing Arin so animated, Nina couldn't help but tap her on the forehead and tease, "Aren't you the one who likes Mr. Micah? Why are you switching sides now? You better not throw another mouse at me!"Arin stopped immediately. "Oh, come on! I was just messing with you. Don't hold a grudge. Besides, Mr. Micah and Captain York are totally different."She looked at Nina, then burst into laughter. "Mr. Micah is gentle and kind to everyone, but Captain York? He seems to have a soft spot just for you.""How can you tell? He seems kind to everyone."Arin thought for a moment. "Well, maybe you're right, but Captain York always looks so cold. He only warms up to you. Mr. Micah is gentle with everyone, so we all like him."Talking about Mr. Micah seemed to give Arin plenty to say. Meanwhile, Nash was followi
Chana wasn't the only one covered in dirt. Her child was also grimy and tear-streaked, looking as if they had just finished crying. Nash’s attention wasn't on Chana but fixed coldly on James. James lowered his head, feeling guilty for agreeing to Chana's plan. "Captain, I know I was wrong.""You'll be doing all the chores tonight," Nash ordered sharply."Yes, sir!"With that, they continued forward. However, since Chana had injured her leg, she couldn’t walk far and had to be carried by a soldier.Arin noticed and commented to Nina, "I haven’t seen that woman before, and she has a child with her. Looks like she’s one of the women they rescued."Nina nodded, "Probably. There are a lot of refugees along the way."Arin added, "So many refugees, why bring her along? She’s just slowing them down.""Don’t say that," Nina chided gently, aware of Arin's blunt nature.Riding on the soldier's back, Chana kept her eyes on Nash, biting her lip. She urged the soldier to catch up with him.
James realized how foolish he had been.Seeing Nina's presence and still doubting if she would come made James feel foolish. He thought she was just a stand-in. It definitely didn't make him look very smart."Of course, I knew," James said. "But I didn’t have the chance to see you. By the way, where’s Scarlett? Didn’t she come with you?"Nina’s face fell at the mention of Scarlett. "We got separated. I don’t know where she is now. I need to find her."James paused, then reassured her, "We’ll find her eventually. With her experience, she should be alright."Nina wasn’t sure if Scarlett was dead or alive, or if she had managed to escape. Ultimately, she needed to find a way to infiltrate the Pharaoh’s territory.Behind them, Chana noticed their close conversation and the way Nash looked at Nina. Seeing Nina’s fair skin and features, she quickly deduced that this was the woman James had mentioned. Previously, Chana was the only woman among them. Despite being in the village, Nina’
"Hi, I'm Nina," she introduced herself.Nash cut their conversation short, saying, "Alright, let's move."The child had calmed down, thanks to one of the women. Chana remained in the group, her eyes constantly drifting toward Nina and Nash, monitoring their interactions.Seeing a chance, she pulled out a handkerchief she had embroidered. "Captain, you're sweating. Let me help you wipe it off."As she reached out, Nash turned his head, avoiding her touch. "No need."Embarrassed, Chana apologized, "I'm sorry, Captain. I just wanted to help."Nash pursed his lips, ignoring her. Chana felt a pang of awkwardness, unsure of how to bridge the gap between them.Nina noticed their interaction, seeing that Chana and Nash had spent quite a bit of time together. It was evident from the way Chana offered to wipe his sweat.As Nina was pondering this, Nash suddenly said, "You wipe my sweat."He clearly wanted Chana to see this. Chana's face fell, her hands clenching tightly."Huh?" Nina wa
The conditions alone made her heart flutter with joy. She didn't want to endure the hardships of war any longer. Back then, she had been quite a beauty, and it was her looks and talent that had allowed her to marry a man from Birkham.But then she glanced at Nina. She couldn't just sit and do nothing."Nina, come change your clothes. They're soaked through," one of the older women called out.Arin said, "You can wear my clothes. We're about the same size.""Alright," Nina replied, finishing up with the herbs in her basket.They had their own unique clothing, made from fabric they wove and sewed themselves. It looked a bit like traditional minority attire, with colorful designs representing their customs and culture. Nina found their clothes beautiful.After changing, Arin exclaimed, "Wow, Nina, you look stunning! Our clothes make you even prettier!""Really?" Nina was unsure but felt a bit shy from the compliment."Absolutely! You should show Captain!" Arin said excitedly, push
Nina did not care what Nash thought. She was just stating the truth. They were practically strangers now, so there was no reason to stick to just one option. She needed to show him that she didn't rely solely on him. Ignoring Nash's gaze, she linked arms with Arin and walked away. Arin still thought it was a good opportunity, but things hadn't turned out as she hoped.---In a grand, old building made of bamboo and wood, nestled among mountains, rivers, and bamboo groves, the environment was serene and exuded an ancient charm. The large structure, several hundred square meters in size, had intricately carved wooden walls.Inside, a woman's voice called out, "Brother."A man was in the study, which was enormous, with seven or eight-meter-high walls lined with bookshelves, filled with a variety of books. Hearing the woman's voice, the man's face remained expressionless as he focused on his reading."Brother," the woman said excitedly as she entered the room and saw him. "You c