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Miya was reading her book and thinking about how she wouldn't have to lie to Moriner anymore, telling him that his gift had gone to waste. After all, with each passing page, the girl became more and more convinced that she was just a little bit away from demonstrating how much she had found harmony with her surroundings – the country, Her Majesty – and, having gotten rid of her last doubts, if they still remained deep down, she would be filled with determination more than ever... And then she would transfer this harmony within herself to become stronger and better. She would be a completely different person.
At the same time, she was munching on a bland cracker and mentally preparing for the upcoming battle.
"Being in the medical unit is quite good; I can be assigned to any other unit during the battle... It would be nice if it were a unit with Eli..." Xenomia blushed slightly at the next thought. "And Gilbert, right?"
"And there are also great guys among the medics; I'll be paired with someone from them."
After sitting like this for a while, Xenomia remembered the letter that her mother and brother had written for her last month. It should be said that, no matter who the military postmen were, they were heroic people, doing their job even in such difficult conditions. However, due to the circumstances, the letter was still a little late, and because of her illness, Miya had not had the strength to read it for a long time.
"I wonder what they wrote... Oh, I had a birthday!"
Again, being barely alive from the infection, in the middle of military operations, Xenomia was the last to think about how old she was. The girl happily read the greeting from her brother, wishing her to "become one hundred and fifty-five times cooler and defeat all enemies," and then from her mother, "grow up to be big and cultivate dignity and honor within yourself." With the latter, Miya remembered another important tradition.
It was difficult to find a normal vertical surface in this temporary camp, but the seventeen-year-old girl succeeded in this. She stood with her back against the wall and made a mark with a pencil, and then measured the result with a tape measure.
"166 and a couple of millimeters..."
Miya stood and thought about whether she should recheck the result... No, it seems so...
"I really grew more than a centimeter! 166 is much better than 165! And I'm only seventeen; I'll grow even more!"
In her joy, Miya devoured another terrible, unsweetened cracker. It's a pity that she can't have anything sweet; there's no question of cake or even candy... So, she celebrated her birthday...
At the same time, she was munching on a bland cracker and mentally preparing for the upcoming battle.
"Being in the medical unit is quite good; I can be assigned to any other unit during the battle... It would be nice if it were a unit with Eli..." Xenomia blushed slightly at the next thought. "And Gilbert, right?"
"And there are also great guys among the medics; I'll be paired with someone from them."
After sitting like this for a while, Xenomia remembered the letter that her mother and brother had written for her last month. It should be said that, no matter who the military postmen were, they were heroic people, doing their job even in such difficult conditions. However, due to the circumstances, the letter was still a little late, and because of her illness, Miya had not had the strength to read it for a long time.
"I wonder what they wrote... Oh, I had a birthday!"
Again, being barely alive from the infection, in the middle of military operations, Xenomia was the last to think about how old she was. The girl happily read the greeting from her brother, wishing her to "become one hundred and fifty-five times cooler and defeat all enemies," and then from her mother, "grow up to be big and cultivate dignity and honor within yourself." With the latter, Miya remembered another important tradition.
It was difficult to find a normal vertical surface in this temporary camp, but the seventeen-year-old girl succeeded in this. She stood with her back against the wall and made a mark with a pencil, and then measured the result with a tape measure.
"166 and a couple of millimeters..."
Miya stood and thought about whether she should recheck the result... No, it seems so...
"I really grew more than a centimeter! 166 is much better than 165! And I'm only seventeen; I'll grow even more!"
In her joy, Miya devoured another terrible, unsweetened cracker. It's a pity that she can't have anything sweet; there's no question of cake or even candy... So, she celebrated her birthday...