Volgograd (16)

The female warriors had been stationed at Ang's garrison camp for some time.

During those days, aside from following their daily training routine, they patrolled the northern defensive line alongside the Flame Swordsman and the Enchanted Armament Knight.

It was boring, dull, and monotonous, and many of them gradually lost the excitement they had felt upon arriving.

They had thought the northern front would be as the rumors described—constant flames of war and frequent bloody battles. Instead, they found only endless waiting and repetitive patrols.

"So this is where Viscount Ange won his glorious military achievements?" Maya had once grumbled quietly during a patrol. "I thought we'd get to fight."

That afternoon, Janice entered Ang's tent with Maya and Margherita.

The three wore light armor, their faces showing varying degrees of impatience and restlessness.

Ang was seated at his desk, reviewing intelligence reports. Seeing them arrive together, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"What, you don't need to lead a team today?" His tone carried a trace of surprise.

"Commander, we just returned from patrol." Janice's reply was concise and capable.

"Did you run into any problems on the way?" Ang set down his pen, concern in his voice.

Janice had just been about to speak.

But she was distracted by the little movements of the other two—Maya secretly kicked Margherita, who immediately slapped her shoulder in return. They looked like two unruly schoolchildren fooling around before an officer.

Ang's expression darkened, and he barked, "You two, can't you show some discipline in front of your commanding officer?"

Maya immediately straightened her back, her expression turning serious.

Margherita straightened as well, but a faint smile still curled at the corner of her lips. Her eyes remained full of contempt and provocation, as though saying, "What can you do to me?"

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