Quite a few of her colleagues pursued Najeta.
"Since when were you interested in this kind of gossip? That doesn't sound like you at all!"
Hearing Durandal's words, Najeta was utterly speechless. In the past few years, colleagues pursuing her had indeed never stopped, because she was different from Durandal and Esdeath.
Though she kept rejecting them, there were always people who refused to give up.
"Of course I'm not interested in other people's gossip, but this concerns you."
"Then should I thank you?"
"There's no need for that."
"..."
The journey to the northern border was a long one. After traveling at full speed for an entire day, everyone stopped to rest. Fortunately, the troops here were all elite three-man squads, not the useless rabble found elsewhere in the Imperial Capital. Though they had marched for a day, they were doing all right—only somewhat exhausted. One night of rest would be enough.
If they had been those good-for-nothing drunkards, they probably would have collapsed after just an hour or two.
There were two choices for dinner. One was to hunt animals, or even some edible Dangerous Species, and roast them. The other was to eat the dry rations they had brought with them.
Dry rations naturally did not taste as good as meat, but animals were not so plentiful either, so most people obediently ate the rations they had carried.
Of course, aside from the rations they carried themselves... there was also a logistics unit following behind them, transporting supplies.
Rumors said that traces of the Revolutionary Army had been spotted in this northern tribal uprising, and that was indeed true. At this very moment, members of the Revolutionary Army were inside the northern tribes' fortress.
But unlike the rumors claiming they were helping the tribes, they