Chamos sat on the ground, his eyes closed, wearily massaging his temples.
"Vice-Captain," one of the knights couldn't bear it anymore and said to him, "Why don't you take a rest? You haven't slept in two days."
Only then did Chamos open his eyes, which were bloodshot with fatigue.
"How can I sleep when we haven't caught that guy?" Chamos slowly began, his voice hoarse, "The moment I close my eyes these past two days, I keep seeing Kude..."
He couldn't continue, and so he forcefully slammed the ground with his fist to vent his inner rage.
"Where has that guy hidden!"
The fellow knight sighed softly and then squatted next to Chamos, saying, "There's no way around it, Lyra is too vast, and we are severely understaffed. Even with the highest-level Wanted Notice issued, we still can't launch a comprehensive search for Gerard, and it's really not easy for just our small team to find him."
That was exactly the point that was infuriating Chamos.
