Linga walked up the side of a hill where a tamberry tree grew at the very top. From there, the tree overlooked the entire town. When he reached the top, he stopped beneath its branches and glanced back at Abellona, who had followed him there.
He smiled faintly.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, Princess? Apologies for not giving you a proper greeting earlier. I assumed you wanted to keep your identity hidden."
Abellona frowned slightly, wondering how he had known it was her.
"I recognized you from my days in the military. You were a lot younger back then."
She nodded, then slowly looked at him.
"Linga, I heard you fought in the same division as me, right? Under Sera's Blade..."
His expression immediately tightened when he heard that.
"My days in the military are far behind me. Yes, I did. I fought in that horrible war. Ever since then, I swore never to fight in another one again."
