The Empire of Reimia (3)

Nea somehow wanted to distract herself from thoughts about Shogo – and she got what she wanted. Now all her thoughts were occupied by the infection she had caught. And this was only in those moments when she even had the strength to think about something. How could she manage to end up in the infirmary before the first battle! Okay, Xenomia – this girl would manage to step on a mine even while walking around Reim, but not her! She should have understood that the stories about noble northern warriors were nothing more than tales of bygone times – modern Dark Elves would not disdain anything when it came to waging war. It was difficult to blame them for this – the approach was, in general, practical and reasonable, but this did not diminish Linnea's desire to find the saboteur who had done this to her and pay him back in kind. Only instead of a warm hospital bed, lock him in a cell.

-- It's hard... Will the others have to fight without us? -- she said uncertainly to Linnea and, if they were there, to the other infected students. -- I feel like I've let them down in a difficult moment...

— Most likely, — the girl concluded unhappily, but immediately hastened to encourage her comrade, — but you shouldn't blame yourself for what happened. No one expected the enemy to reach our supplies. Besides, our deplorable condition may give the others additional motivation when it comes to direct clashes. They will look at the enemy not as just soldiers who happened to be on the other side of the barricade, but as scoundrels who poisoned their comrades.