The winter, without anyone noticing, was approaching its coldest day. The new year was just around the corner, and the weather's condition would only get worse as time dragged on. Even though it wasn't the most optimistic time for a journey, if one didn't want to spend their new year battling a snowstorm, now was the right time to set out for their destination.
As such reasons lined up, the leading figure of the Revolutionary Army's hideout, Rosalyn, ordered her selected few subordinates to hurry with the preparations. Not long after, everything was prepared for their short yet important trip.
"Boss!"
As the group gathered about, the subordinates crowded around their leader, engaging in hurried conversations.
"Are you really sure about it? Are we going back to Lostred? Now? With them??"
Whispers, one after another, chimed in.
"How many times have you asked that? Should I understand it as you doubting my judgment?"
