Chapter 572
Ellen had never considered that her small, cute cat might be seen as food by others.
She wasn’t unaware of the hunger issues in the refugee camp, but it was likely that Ellen had never actually set foot in there herself.
Since the beginning of the Gate Incident, Ellen had been repeatedly deployed and returned to the battlefield via mass teleportation. As a result, she spent very little time in the capital.
In her current capacity serving with the Allied Forces, she also had very little opportunity to see the situation in the capital with her own eyes, even though she might know a thing or two about it. It just couldn’t be helped.
Judging by her expression, it was clear that it was her first time actually entering the refugee camp area.
She had seen for the first time that day the sight of adults and children starving, of corpses left out in the streets not because they had been killed by monsters, but because they had died of hunger.
She was not shocked just because I had almost become cat soup; seeing with her own eyes what she knew in her head had been overwhelming.
After putting me on the bed, Ellen just stood there for a long time, staring blankly at nothing, lost in thought.
“I’ll go alone,” she finally said, gently patting my head before leaving the room.
The issue wasn’t whether she could snipe monsters from a distance. The refugee camp area was just not a place to bring pets.
Unlike Ellen, I had seen the situation in the refugee camp firsthand previously, but things seemed to have worsened since then.
The rations available for the refugees had likely decreased because of the need to feed the army, so hunger was bound to have intensified.