She had fallen asleep standing up.
Hoshino opened her eyes and blinked in confusion. At first, she associated it with Nearl's noble knightly virtues, but on further thought, something seemed strange.
Didn't horses sleep standing up?
Other than injured horses and pregnant mares, all horses slept standing up.
So much for a lap pillow. Ch'en came over from the other end of the street.
Hoshino opened her eyes, and everyone worked together to carry the sleeping Nearl back to the Lungmen Guard Department, granting the knight the treatment she deserved.
"Now I can finally put her on duty without worry."
Ch'en let out a sigh of relief.
This knight was so polite, so powerful, and possessed the workaholic temperament to boot.
Were all Rhodes Island employees like this?
Putting everything else aside, Ch'en would have wanted to submit a résumé to a company like this.
Hoshino ran back and silently picked up Nearl's warhammer and the arm guards that had fallen to the ground. She had even accounted for the potential damage, doing everything she could to keep the battle from affecting other facilities.
What a fine knight.
Amid the jolting ride, Nearl had a dream.
She dreamed that all the knights who had died in the war had returned. They drove away those so-called female knights who strutted about coquettishly. They had not died in filthy, frozen clumps of muddy water, but lived beneath flowers and sunlight, receiving the honor they deserved.
It was a good dream.
But dreams always came to an end.
She saw a deathly pale ceiling and a hanging fan. The clock on the wall pointed to twelve.
It was already noon.
Nearl had no memory of when she had fallen asleep.
She guessed she was in the resting room of some member of management