Stray

Four o’clock in the morning.

Even if he was familiar with Jesse Dylan’s weird personality, Adrian still felt deeply ridiculous about what they were doing.

It was still far from the expected battlefield, but Jesse woke him up in the middle of the night— Not so much woke him but touched him ambiguously on his chest. As soon as Dylan’s hands were about to move down, the tip of the metal bow was pressed against his throat.

“Oh, you’re awake,” the blond young man said with a grin, as if he wasn’t surprised by the reaction of the former knight commander. “It’s time for us to leave, Adri.”

The fuller goat was obviously also the victim of Jesse Dylan’s weird plan. The goat was carrying large bags of debris, obviously overloaded and was nibbling bitterly at the hard grass by the tent. The soldiers who were supposed to be guarding outside the tent had already drifted off to sleep and it didn’t take much thinking to figure out who was responsible.

“Actually, I’m enough by myself, but you see, I agreed not to hide any plans form you.” Noticing the helplessness in Adrian’s face, Jesse’s smile grew wider.

The knight commander didn’t ask much. He sighed softly and carried his bow and quiver.

Before leaving, Jesse Dylan asked Marshal Gallagher for a lot of strange things. It wasn’t until everything was shipped that Adrian realized why Jesse wanted the fuller goat to follow.

This bastard didn’t want to carry all this pile of miscellaneous thing by himself.