By now, I was walking between the tents.
The old and worn tents revealed the harsh environment inside without any filter. Sick and emaciated people, children with grime flowing down their faces, kept rolling their eyes with blank expressions.
That was why I, properly armed, couldn’t help but stand out. Eyes mixed with curiosity, fear, and resentment followed behind me like shadows.
No, it wasn’t a story limited only to me.
Just then, as the clouds cleared, sunlight poured down to the point of dazzling the retinas. While casually raising my hand to create shade, I naturally got the chance to glance sideways at the woman standing next to me.
The ideal contrast of reddish-brown hair and pale green eyes.
Among the filthy refugees, the woman’s clean skin shone particularly brightly. It was enough to make one wonder how she maintained such white and soft skin while enduring the horrors of war.
The robe made of thick wool yarn was also impressive. Despite the day…