She had a cold gaze. I curled up like a frog before a snake. Machina said the captain was a good person... Is that really true? Her eyes are terrifying...
Libertas, having read for a while, lifted her gaze toward Mocha, nestled in Ivy’s arms.
“Is that your weapon?”
Weapon. The word struck my chest coldly. Why does everyone call Mocha a weapon? He’s clearly my important friend. After calming down, Ivy replied with a slightly trembling voice:
“Mocha isn’t a weapon, he’s my friend.”
“Is that so? So his name is Mocha.”
The quick response startled Ivy. Usually, when she mentioned Mocha as her friend, adults would shake their heads in disbelief—but not this time.
“You're not going to laugh at me?”
“Why would I laugh at you?”
“Because whenever I say Mocha is my friend... everyone thinks I’m just talking nonsense.”
“In our mercenary corps, there’s even someone who treats his axe as his lover. Compared to that, at least Mocha is alive, right?”
Casually saying this, Libertas continued writing and said:
“Welcome. From now on, you're a member of the Kamp Mercenary Corps.”
Just as Ivy, trying to hide her bewildered expression, was about to leave the tent, Libertas called out:
“What a lovely friend you have.”
Outside the tent, Ivy blankly looked up at the sky. Watching the drifting clouds, she tightly hugged Mocha.
“Yeah, if it’s here, I think it’ll be okay.”
Forest
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