Chapter 515: Sometimes, a problem on the horizon made us forget about the problem at home
Once I was strong enough to walk down the stairs, I asked to have breakfast in the dining room instead of having it on the bed. Natha told me to preserve my strength, but I argued that I would lose my muscles if I kept lying in bed--only then did he relent.
But since I was no longer in the confine of our private bedroom, I shared the breakfast with morning reports that kept on coming. It was nice, honestly; making me stop feeling like I was living in a cage.
If only the reports contained something else other than the war.
But it couldn’t be helped, since the kind of reports fitted for disturbing the Lord’s breakfast naturally needed to be at that level of urgency. Moreover, from what I caught through the storm of news, the war was heightening.
[Last night, General Ki Kamar managed to take over Kha’arvahan Canyon] Lesta reported. It felt like weeks since I heard his voice, and he sounded tired and sleep-deprived.
Was it because Eruha was there too?
"So the original territory had been caught," Natha muttered. "But I bet they don’t plan to stop there."
[With their temperament? No dice] I could hear a groan in Lesta’s voice, which was understandable because it meant he couldn’t come home yet. [They had been partying all night and that ki--I mean, the Lord made a fiery speech about giving them the taste of their own food...]
I tilted my head, and Natha buried his face in his palm. "You mean ’the taste of their own medicine’?"
[More like their own poison--but these fighters don’t care about the correct phrase as long as it conveys the spirit]
It sounded like a merry gathering despite it being a war. Definitely not a place I could fit in.