The Real War Part III

“So, I can talk about none of my business now, right?”

The listener started blushing. She hurriedly let go of his sleeve, before turning her face away. Seeing that, he shook his head again, strangely feeling both tired and amused. However, he pretended to not notice her actions.

“Anyway, you probably know about that better than me, don’t you?” Sven spoke.

“About what?!” She snapped.

“Well, I could guess right when I saw how your force moved in the previous battle that there definitely is someone disliking your guild hiding among your army.”

Hearing that, Nuchjaree stopped short. Her round, rust-colored eyes stared at the man in front of them. There was a soft smile on his calm attractive face, and it was the best-looking smile she had ever seen on him.

It looked mysterious and dangerous, ...but somehow in that danger, there was a hint of charm that made her feel that he was way far from being ordinary.

“You knew?” She asked back carefully.