Since that day, the atmosphere in the caravan has beco much more peaceful.
The wheels rolled, the sound of horse hooves was crisp, and the rcenaries accompanying us no longer had tense faces like before. The driver was often in a good mood, humming a little tune, and even the wind along the way seed to have beco gentler.
And this incredible transformation was actually due to the new "nun" Carian in the team.
Reborn, she changed into a clean set of clothes, a gift from Miss Sarah, Mr. Colin's guard, which she accepted gratefully.
Although it was a bit tight, she borrowed scissors and needles to make adjustnts, and it fit quite well.
In any case, these clothes were much better than the mud-stained black robe.
Washing away the dirt and dust in the cold river water, she combed her disheveled hair into a neat braid that hung over her shoulder and then put on a nun's headscarf made from the blanket Mr. Colin gifted her.
She seed to have truly beco a nun.
At first, the rcenaries in the caravan found it unbelievable, but as ti passed, they gradually got used to it.
In the evening, Thomas's caravan routinely set up camp before it got completely dark.
The young rcenary, who almost got into trouble for being too talkative, sat alone by the fire, clumsily tending to a scratch on his arm from a branch. He grimaced with pain.
It was an injury sustained during patrol.
He always felt that the leader was picking on him, assigning him the tough patrol routes on purpose.
Just as he was grumbling, Carian quietly walked over to him with a basin of warm water and clean cloth strips.
"Let help you," she said softly.
The young rcenary was startled, and when he looked up to see her, his expression was a bit awkward.
"No, no need, it's just a small wound... I can handle it myself."
Carian said nothing, only quietly knelt down, placed the basin on the ground, and looked at him with clear eyes.
The young man finally gave in under her gaze, muttering as he released his hand from the wound.
Carian washed away the bloodstains with warm water, then carefully wrapped the wound with a clean cloth strip.
Throughout the process, she remained silent.
Instead, the young rcenary, perhaps feeling the silence too heavy, started to talk.
"...My na is Ben, I co from a small village south of Dragon Watch City. My father is a blacksmith, and he always says I'm no good at work and have no chance to learn magic, so he sent out to explore... I actually know why, mainly because there's only one blacksmith shop at ho, and he has three sons; not all of us can be blacksmiths."
He laughed at himself, sighed, and continued.
"Being a rcenary sounds impressive, but it's really just risking your life for money. Sotis I really don't see the point of going on like this. Once I've saved enough money, I swear I'll quit this job..."
He rambled on about many things, from childhood foolishness to his confusion about the future.
Carian listened quietly the whole ti, and when he finished, she softly spoke.
"Saint Sis will bless everyone who works hard to live, I believe you can do it..."
Ben was stunned for a mont, then smiled with relief.
"Really... Thank you, I hope your words co true, maybe it will happen."
He hadn't really believed he could retire in peace, as the money he earned was mostly spent, living day by day.
But now, he suddenly felt there was no harm in making so long-term plans. What if one day the dream of returning to a peaceful life really cos true?
After all, a miracle happened right before his eyes a few days ago...
Perhaps, the gods were indeed listening to the troubles of mortals.
Ben felt that the wound on his arm hurt less, and much of his restlessness dissipated, regaining his hope for life.
Carian smiled and nodded, picked up the basin, and left quietly.
Watching her back as she turned to leave, Ben's Adam's apple moved, and he suddenly called out to her.
"Wait a minute..."
Carian stopped and looked back at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Um... I'm sorry."
Ben scratched the back of his head, the awkwardness written on his young face, hesitated for a mont, then confessed with sha.
"I intended to help you that day, or at least speak for you, but I... seed to have ssed it up, making the Lord's cavalry suspect you were with us."
"Of course, luckily everything turned out fine in the end, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do... Maybe... uh..."
He stamred for a long ti, ultimately unable to express his apology.
Looking at the young man who was ashad to show his face, Carian smiled gently and shook her head slightly.
"It's okay now, I don't bla you."
Ben: "But—"
Seeing him about to say more, Carian continued with a gentle tone.
"Besides... I once cursed you all to hell. On reflection, you were just passing through and had no obligation to shelter . You all have your own difficulties, and you've already helped a lot."
Ben looked at Carian in shock, seemingly not expecting her to think this way, and his ashad face beca even more embarrassed.
Humans are such awkward creatures.
If Carian had berated him as he expected, he wouldn't have felt any remorse. But when it was the other way around, and she accepted his apology with understanding, he felt even more ashad.
After a long silence, Ben spoke softly.
"If there's anything I can help with, please do let know... Although I'm not very reliable, I'm quite strong."
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