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Nearby, there was a battlefield, and Violet had heard of the tragedies taking place there. Even the village she was staying in was under the shadow of misfortune.
There was a mother who had sent her son to war and spent her days in constant worry, a bride-to-be waiting for her fiancé, and a child longing for his father’s return.
When Cairn suggested that they should go back, Violet insisted that she wanted to witness the horrors of war firsthand, even if just once.
Cairn vehemently opposed her.
It was only natural. No matter what, Violet was a noble and a daughter of a duke—how could he take her to a place filled with bloodshed and tragedy?
However, Violet’s determination was unyielding. After about a week of arguing, Cairn finally conceded, agreeing to take her to the vicinity of a soldiers’ camp rather than to an active battlefield.
The scene at the camp was even more horrific than Violet had imagined. Though they weren’t at the frontlines of a battle, the stench of death hung thick in the air, and the groans of the dying filled the surroundings.
It was then that Violet realized how naïve she had been, thinking that ‘war is terrible’ was just a distant, easy thought.
There was nothing she could do there.