"Is... that you?"
After a long pause, Scarface's voice slowly came from behind me.
"It doesn't matter anymore."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Whether I came back or not didn't matter anymore.
"Is that so..."
Scarface's helpless voice came from behind me. It seemed he'd become certain of something, hadn't he?
"Wild Wolf... take care of her."
Scarface spoke again. This time, his voice was full of endless regret. It seemed he also regretted not coming to save me back then.
I paid it no mind and started walking forward. Behind me, I heard Wild Wolf's voice.
"You don't need to tell me."
Then Wild Wolf's footsteps followed after me.
"Lend them the off-road vehicle."
"Yes!"
Scarface's voice came from behind me again. One of the soldiers immediately ran over and handed the keys to Wild Wolf.
"Lord Wild Wolf, it's that vehicle."
"Mm."
Wild Wolf nodded, and I walked toward the vehicle the soldier was pointing at.
After that... Wild Wolf drove, and I sat in the passenger seat as we headed for another hospital.
Through the rearview mirror, I could see Scarface standing dazed at the hospital entrance, looking in my direction. Though I couldn't make out the expression on his face, I could still sense... that faint hint of regret.
But whether you regret it or not means nothing to me. Just like Wild Wolf said, if they'd sent enough soldiers to support me, perhaps I wouldn't have died from exhaustion.
But in the end, they hadn't sent a single soldier, and I'd died of exhaustion in the rainforest. To say I felt no resentment at all would be a lie. I wasn't a saint; I was just an ordinary person. Even though I'd been a hero once and saved countless people, I