"Name."
"Pandora."
"Age."
"Eighteen."
"Which village are you from? Who is in your family? What is the village chief's name?"
"My hometown is... it's..."
Pandora suddenly fell into a daze. She tried hard to remember, yet she could not recall anything about her origins, as though she had been born into this world out of thin air.
Outside Camelot, the Holy City People's Army officer responsible for verifying refugee identities frowned slightly and signaled to the guards around him.
After Greek Allied Forces soldiers had previously disguised themselves as refugees and slipped inside, nearly seizing the main gate, Camelot no longer accepted large numbers of refugees indiscriminately. Instead, they verified every refugee's identity one by one, only allowing them into the city after confirming that they were local residents.
"I should have a hometown... I should have parents... Why can't I remember...?"
Cold sweat seeped from Pandora's temples, and her expression gradually twisted in pain. She discovered gaps in her memories. Normally, she had simply unconsciously avoided thinking about the past, because her subconscious had always believed that she was a pitiful girl whose hometown had been destroyed and whose parents had been killed.
"Captain, this woman doesn't look like an enemy. There aren't any women in the Greek army, are there? Maybe she was traumatized and something went wrong with her mind?"
A guard whispered into the officer's ear. The officer rolled his eyes at him, thinking that the kid had definitely taken a liking to the pretty girl and was letting lust cloud his judgment.
"Please, sir, she's my granddaughter. She went a little mad after her parents were killed by the Greek army. She isn't a bad person."
An elderly woman with a face full of wrinkles trudged forward with difficulty and shielded Pandora behind her, pleading