Shouts echoed, filled with murderous intent.
Simmons maintained the secret technique, allowing his voice to echo within the prison, yet not a whisper spilled out.
Eilot monitored the ground, alert to every rustle.
Raymond sensed everyone’s heartbeat.
When such heartbeats stayed in sync—
This ‘sniper’ cried out once more,
“We need to take action now!”
“I have a hidden weapons cache at Hans Port. Although it’s not enough to arm everyone, and the weapons aren’t the latest models, it’s only temporary, because…”
“Our enemies have them!”
With a sigh, Dennise glanced at the empty surroundings, carefully set the book aside, stood up, and then she cleared her throat several times, pinched her voice to deepen it, and said:
“Born for glory, Sir Knight.”
Then, Dennise turned around to face where she had been standing earlier and intentionally used a low voice to respond:
“To die for glory, young Attendant.”
After saying that, Dennise took small steps to stand back in the middle.
She returned to her normal voice.
After uttering these words, Dennise seemed to feel a bit shy, covered her blushing face, and lay back on the sofa to continue flipping through the novel.
When she reached an exciting part, she couldn’t help but jump and dance.
When she reached a sad part, she couldn’t help but secretly shed tears.
When she reached an exhilarating part, she would stand up and act it out again.
Between giggles and cries, that was all there was to Dennise.
And her thoughts were incredibly simple.
“Jason is busy and won’t play with me.”
“So, I’ll just play with myself~”
With that thought, Dennise continued to read happily.
Dennise, with dark circles under her eyes, stared blankly at the rising sun.
I clearly just wanted to finish this chapter before going to sleep.
How could it be day already?
“I must have fallen asleep and accidentally turned the pages!”
“It’s the book that touched me first, then I opened it!”
Then, she wrapped herself in the book and fell into a deep sleep on the sofa.
Coiling up to gain warmth?
Sorry, that’s not necessary.
Undead aren’t afraid of the cold.
So, Dennise slept spread-eagled and… drooled, smacking her lips.
“Meaty bone… yummy… give me more…”
In the low murmur of her dreams, Dennise slept even more soundly.
She wouldn’t miss it.
Because Jason would call her.
Even if he didn’t call her, she’d wake up if she smelled it.
But Jason, whom Dennise had high hopes for, was somewhat frantic at the moment.
Looking at the two thick stacks of papers on his desk, Jason felt his eyes were dry, his temples were swollen, and his entire brain was groggy.
Jason was not someone who disliked reading.
But for the first time, Jason realized how tediously dull reading could be.
He recognized every single word on these documents.
But when they were strung together, why couldn’t he understand a thing?
“Does Gerard have to review so many documents every day?” Jason couldn’t help but ask Little Reed, who was assisting him with his office work.
“Only half a day’s worth.”
“This is just from yesterday afternoon, the documents for this morning will arrive at noon.”
“You need to review them before dinner after you’ve had lunch,” corrected Little Reed.
Jason couldn’t help but rub his temples.
But he wasn’t someone who gave up easily.
Especially since he had promised Gerard.
He tossed the quill back into the holder and stood up to walk outside.