"What's going on? Why does my head feel pointy? Is it time to wash my hair?"
John walked out of the tent, inexplicably feeling an itch on his scalp, and immediately grew puzzled.
Just as he wondered whether he should find some water to wash his hair, he noticed Laiya, who had been standing guard outside the tent. The moment she saw him come out, she hurriedly stuffed something behind her back.
She looked as nervous as a student sneaking snacks during class, only to make eye contact with the homeroom teacher spying from behind the door.
The guilt and tension radiating from her were practically tangible.
What was this socially anxious Strong Girl up to?
Laiya was trying hard to maintain her usual calm in front of him, but her gaze kept darting around uncontrollably, and even a fine sheen of sweat had formed on her forehead.
The words "nervous" might as well have been carved across Laiya's face.
John was utterly baffled.
But out of respect for personal privacy, as well as fear of Laiya's terrifying strength,
John considered it and decided it would be best not to pry into Laiya's secrets. Pretending not to notice anything, he praised her for guarding the entrance.
"Very good, Laiya. You did exceptionally well this time. You didn't disappoint me. Keep up the good work."
"O-okay, Warrant Officer John."
Seeing that John did not seem to have noticed the little notebook she had hidden away, Laiya finally let out a breath of relief.
But after hearing Warrant Officer John's praise,
she remembered that she had not only disobeyed his orders by eavesdropping on his conversation with that Half-Dragon outside, but had also failed to restrain herself after hearing that stirring speech and instinctively written it down.
Laiya did not dare meet