Chapter 8: Flowers of the Battlefield

　　Three months later, the fame of Major's unique humanoid weapon had reverberated throughout the battlefield and beyond, during which time this mysterious blonde girl had become the enemy's nightmare, killing, rushing, attacking, and unforgiving. As long as there was a military order, the killer doll was instantly activated.

　　The mission this time is to destroy the cannon fort in the heart of the war, the core of the enemy, if this fort is captured, the battle will gain a huge advantage, the balance of the war will also be tilted indefinitely to their side.

　　After receiving the order, the troops led by Major Gilbert Bougainvillea joined forces with Dr. Aetil's friendly troops, and formed an encirclement around the enemy's artillery camp. Gilbert wanted to check on Dr. Aetil as soon as he arrived at the camp, after all, he was one of the most likely people to take Violet if something happened to her.

　　The reason why Gilbert made such a judgment was because Aetil was the only person who managed to maintain her calm demeanor when encountering the murderous demon that the man was talking about.

　　"Your Excellency Major, it seems that this is not the first time we have met."

　　Not expecting Aetil to come and take the initiative, Gilbert saluted Aetil solemnly.

　　"Your Majesty Aetil, you have worked hard."

　　Aetil raised his eyes to look at Gilbert.

　　"Honorable Major, how dare you salute me, a non-commissioned officer, first of all, you put me in this place."

　　"Sir Aetil, this is the honor you deserve."

　　Aetil seemed too lazy to listen to those words of flattery, or rather she had heard them too many times.

　　"Your Excellency Major, we're all doing this in the hope that the war will end soon, so that the people don't suffer too much from the pain of having their loved ones die and be uprooted, so what's there to say about hard work and respect."

　　Aetil extended her hand to Major.

　　"I hope you and I will have the same fate."

　　Seeing this, Gilbert slowly shook Aetil's hand, and after the two of them shook hands for a while, Aetil went inside his tent.

　　The major looked at his own props hiding behind him, the girl who had been eroded by the killing, and then looked at the direction Aetil had left, these were two poor children affected by the war, and how could he himself not.

　　"You, come here for a while."

　　Inside the tent at this time, there was a sudden call from Aetil, who pointed at Violet, who raised her empty eyes to stare at the Major, as if waiting for orders. Seeing this, Gilbert gently patted Violet on the back and nodded his permission.

　　The blonde girl took a hesitant step towards the dark green tent, her dirty clothes still stained with the blood of her enemies, and for the first time she was this far away from the Major. As soon as she entered the tent, a strong smell of meat came to her, Aetil put a box of canned pork and soy beans on the fire that was simmering slowly on a low flame, then took out a box of fried rice, cracked two eggs into it, and put in some chanterelles mushrooms, and soon a box of glittering and mouth-watering golden scrambled eggs was ready.

　　The young girl had never smelled anything so good; her usual meals were usually hard-as-a-wall biscuits and cold cans of lunch meat filled with flour.

　　"Come here."

　　Seeing the girl standing still, Aethel then said.

　　"That's an order."

　　"Yes."

The girl herself was not sure, as a weapon she should just follow the Major's orders, but Aetil's words seemed to have undeniable weight, even though her tone was so soft.

　　But to her, this felt, this was right.

　　Cowardly, she walked over to Aetil and sat down little by little, their shoulders so close that they could hear each other's breathing. Smelling the blood on the other's body, Aetil recalled the days in the ward, a smell that was familiar to her.

　　"I heard your stomach protest as soon as we met."

　　Aetil shook the eggs inside the tiffin one by one.

　　"What is your name."

　　Hearing Aetil's question, Violet was a little lost for words, to the point that she couldn't speak for half a day.

　　"Eh? Can't you talk?"

　　"I... I..."

　　"..."

　　Aetil stared at Violet in silence, seeing that she couldn't read or speak, a poor girl who had nothing but war.

　　Aetil took out a piece of bread and spread scrambled eggs on it, the aroma filling the air and Violet swallowed involuntarily.

　　"How old are you."

　　"I... I..."

　　Aetil suddenly looked at the girl's teeth, Aetil judged that Violet should be about eleven years old from the age of her teeth.

　　"Hmm, so young, right now you should be lying in your mother's arms, feeling the warmth of the world, longing for the beauty of the world, instead of getting involved in this war, this worldly purgatory."

　　Although she said such words, Aetil looked not much older than the other party, and said very mature words, as if she had never been vulnerable.

　　"Actually, I, ah, I'm only fourteen years old."

　　Aetil used her knife to take the largest piece of meat from the can of pork, the sizzling pork glistening with crystal oil and trembling, the thick gravy dripping from the meat and caught by Aetil on a piece of bread. Placing the pork on a slice of egg-filled bread and covering it with another layer of bread, she handed the finished sandwich to Violet.

　　"Eat up, soldier."

　　"May ... live long... Officer ... "

　　"That's an order."

　　The girl looked at the sandwich held in her hand, exuding heat and the scent of meat, and couldn't help but bite down hard, the strong aroma of eggs, the fresh aroma of mushrooms, the softness of soybeans, and the tenderness and richness of pork filled her mouth, and Violet couldn't help but bite into it, eat the sandwich cleanly, and even pick up the crumbs that had fallen to eat.

　　"Is that enough?"

　　Watching her sister devour her sandwich, Aetil looked at her own sandwich in her hand, which was much smaller compared to the sandwich she had just made.

　　The blonde girl's head was bowed and Aetil could see her desire.

　　"Eat mine too, even though I've already eaten a few bites, if you don't mind."

　　Without waiting for the girl to speak, Aetil shoved the sandwich into her mouth in one swift motion.

　　"The food standard for military doctors is, ah, very high, the best in almost all branches of the military, even, ah, higher than the food standard for military dogs."

　　Aetil finished, took out a carton of fresh milk, poured it into a tin box and heated it over the fire.

　　"You, ah, can come to my place to eat when you have nothing to do."

Aetil looked a little breathless and thin as she spoke, and it was obvious that she often shared her food with the soldiers.

　　"That way, at least you won't be pointing a gun at me the next time you see me."

　　Using a knife, he picked up the layer of milk skin that floated to the top after the milk was heated, and put it on his finger, because this was the front line, there was no requirement to carry a plate, and the forest sword, acting as a cutlery as well as various other things.

　　"Here, open your mouth, this thing is very tonic."

　　The girl opened her mouth and bit Aetil's finger, in addition to the taste of milk, there was also the smell of medical alcohol. Aetil then took out two more cans and placed them in Violet's hands, then stood up and quietly put on her white mask, her eyes slowly became eloquent, her bloodshot eyes seemed to carry firmness, a very convincing firmness.

　　"The wounded are down, disperse, Lieutenant."

　　Saying that, Aetil hurriedly left, leaving the young girl with a snow-white back. The blonde-haired girl returned to the center of the campsite while clutching two cans, looking a little soulful, as if in her heart, there was one more small flower seed that was slowly sprouting new buds.

　　As night fell, with the sound of dripping water, a heat rose inside the tent, a few large soldiers sneaked outside the tent, seemingly wanting to peek inside, it was none other than Aetil's tent.

　　"Shhh, keep your voice down ..."

　　"I also want to see it, give me a place."

　　"Be careful, don't get caught."

　　Suddenly! A pair of sapphire-like eyes opened in the dark night, like a pale wolf in the dark night, staring straight at several people, a thick murderous aura came from them, and then in just an instant, the leader was taken down by a movement, and the other two soldiers, when they saw this familiar figure, that terrifying puppet of war, were frightened and fled in a daze.

　　While chasing the man away, Violet looked towards the tent coming from the sound of gurgling water, and subconsciously looked inside curiously. Only to see that amidst the water vapor, a small silhouette loomed, the water droplets sprayed from the shower rolling down drop by drop along with the snow-white hair. The snow-white silhouette stared at the girl standing in the doorway, then slowly stepped out of the water vapor.

　　What a beautiful body, with skin as smooth as warm jade, as warm as gelatin, with clear water droplets on it, as if it were a snow-white doll.

　　"Thank you."

　　Aetil did not hide it in the slightest, and stood in front of the young girl in diameter. At this moment, the girl's eyes were blank, staring at Aetil without looking away, then she raised her hand and slowly caressed Aetilbody. Children have an instinct for beautiful things, maybe Aetil is too similar to a doll at this time, Violet couldn't help but caress her skin, she didn't know what mood she was in, wanting to touch her but very restrained because it was too beautiful, and she knew that it was not something she deserved to have.

　　"War is coming."

　　Aetil said, lifting her hand to caress Violet's face before opening her arms and wrapping them around her neck. The reason why she didn't push the others away was because she knew that the teenage doll that was following her at the moment, talking and laughing, would probably lose her life tomorrow, leaving her with a cold tombstone.

　　"Promise me ..."

　　"Don't die, live well ..."