Days have passed since we started our journey to escape Joulst through the frozen river. Since then, we haven't been attacked by the Empire's soldiers despite them following us not too far away.
That said, the caravan itself is not in a great shape.
Most trucks have ran out of fuel and are being towed by trucks that could still run.
I also have two trucks in my arms full of children sleeping comfortably thanks to my high body heat radiating around me.
"Red... I mean... Lord Red."
[You don't have to call me that yet if you don't want to.]
While sitting in the driver's seat of the truck I was holding, Briana calls to me to get my attention.
"We both know that I have nothing going for me if I server you in Bovalia, right? How can you guarantee that I'll have a life out there that's different from the one I had?"
[That's a rather tough question.]
