Ye Chuqi wanted to ask why, if the mission was so difficult and dangerous, the captain of the Bale Mercenary Corps hadn't come in person. Captains like Red Beard and Ghost Wolf always led from the front. But perhaps he had a more important mission. She had only happened to run into Red Beard and Ghost Wolf, after all.
Angelo stared blankly at the sky overhead. A layer of gray mist shrouded it, much like his mood: hopeless and lost. They were only halfway to Monte City, and they had already suffered such losses. How were they supposed to complete the mission?
Their mission target lay to his left, and Boris lay to his right. Yet Angelo didn't notice how crowded they were, nor did the slight jolting beneath him catch his attention.
Ye Chuqi wondered whether someone like him was fit to lead a team. Boris would have been better! Still, the fact that Angelo had woken first meant he was the strongest of the survivors. Seeing his lifeless expression, she pursed her lips, picked up the Medicinal Decoction she had prepared, and poured it straight down his throat.
Angelo: "..."
He was questioning his life, yes, but the medicine was so bitter that he had no energy left to wonder where it had all gone wrong.
Boris was far weaker. He barely woke that evening, the same day as Angelo, and was still somewhat dazed. After Ye Chuqi poured a bowl of medicine down his throat too, he snapped awake and said with a wry smile, "I've smelled the Medicinal Decoction you brewed before. It wasn't this bitter..."
Ye Chuqi gave him an innocent smile and said gently, "That's because this is the stronger version!" Stronger in bitterness, that was.
At first, she had only meant to punish