"Guts?"
"You're finally back!"
Outside the City of the Holy Light, in the Legion's camp, several simply trained wyverns—now just barely able to follow orders and carry out tasks—flew over the camp stables and landed inside. Their arrival inevitably set off a series of whinnies and commotions from the warhorses. Farnese, who had been waiting for some time, immediately went to meet Guts as he returned from patrol.
"Thank goodness!"
"How did it go? Did you find anything?"
As she asked, Farnese couldn't help looking Guts up and down. Only after confirming that he had no wounds or signs of a fight did she secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
In any case, he was the highest-ranking officer in the Army of the Light and the Highlord of this city. Yet he had personally gone out to patrol and search for the enemy, and he had been gone for a full day and night. Farnese would have to be lying if she said she hadn't been worried.
"..."
Guts shook his head without saying much.
Looking exhausted, he took the magical seal Farnese offered him, which could suppress the scent of the brand, and stuck it to the back of his neck. Then he walked straight out of the noisy stables and strode toward his quarters in the camp.
"So..."
"You didn't find anything?"
Farnese couldn't help feeling surprised and disappointed.
"All right!"
"If you didn't find anything, you didn't find anything. You've been at it for a whole day and night. You should hurry up and get some rest!"
"Should I get you hot water and food?"
She glanced back at the soldiers who had gone on patrol with Guts. They all looked so exhausted that they could barely keep from collapsing on the spot. After giving an aide