Two figures walked through the land just before the enemy camp where all the campfires and tents were located.

They moved slowly and with a relaxed pace, trying to look natural. They were clad in full suit of dark leather and plate armor covering them from head to toe.

The armor was stained with dirt and dried blood and it had a red rose emblem that was visible on their chests, dim in the flickering torchlight from the campfires.

However, one of its petals looked like they had been broken off. It was a reasonable choice. They didn't want themselves to be turning into those half dead monsters, after all.

The metal plates chafed Allen's skin while the leather straps he wore were stiff and dug into his shoulders.

He felt clumsy and loud with every step, being stuck in this piece of armor rather than the comfortable and easy hoodies he was so used to.

"This armor really is uncomfortable," Allen whispered. His voice was muffled by the helmet. "How the heck do you manage to wear these things all the time?" he asked Luna.

Luna moved stiffly beside him. She had tucked all her long silver hair up into her own helmet in order to hide the fact that she was a woman.

Also the silver armor was rather one of the easily recognizable trait of Luna that everyone in the army knew so it would be really easy to figure her out if she had it out.

Hence she tucked it in and tried to look like just another soldier, with the metal helmet covering her face.

"Uh, well I get what you mean. However my armor I usually wear is much lighter and much lighter than this," she whispered back. "It's custom-made one and a lot less restrictive for me compared to this one."

"Ah well, I guess we have to adjust somehow with whatever we have," Allen muttered. "This is an assassination mission after all, not a picnic."

As Allen walked through the empty grounds he could see the campfire lights in front of him more and more clearly. When the cold and freezing breezes of the night hit, leaking in through the gaps of his armor and harshly scraping against his skin.

He thought how nice it would be to be near that campfire. But really he won't have the time for it since he was on a mission and probably would have to be really careful about who he talks with and what he does there.

Standing out was going to be a really bad idea right now, after all. It was not a laughing situation at all, one mistake had the potential to get him killed.

A mission…huh? Allen thinks to himself, looking down at his feet as he walks, his pace a little slower.

What the fuck am I even doing with myself? How the hell did I manage to get myself in this situation?

A mission? An Assassination? Keeping a low profile, wearing a fake persona, killing people who I don't even know…what the fuck am I even doing?

Since when did I become a military agent? I don't remember being one as far as my memories go.

He lets out a sigh, his warm breath pushing against the piece of tin metal against his lips and turning into mist and warming up the air around his lips a little.

The last warmth of a little dying breath, in its last moments.

Allen was right to question what he was doing right now, after all, as he thought he was no military agent or any knight of sorts.

All the knowledge he had about military tactics or warfare or mindgames was the result of watching countless documentaries and reading pages upon pages of declassified reports of the operations and wars that had occurred in his world.

Even worse, however, was the fact that a good chunk of all the information he had was coming from the fantasy novels and manhwas he'd read and the movies he'd watched.

Everything he knew he knew about war was the culmination of all the material he had read about it, both fictional and real.

In reality though, he had never experienced war. He only knew what it was like to experience it.

I wonder if it was the right choice to accept this assassination mission…? He thought to himself as he walked. No, I didn't really accept this one, I kinda threw myself at it.

Perhaps that was a little too much. After all, there's a lot I'm putting on the line here. Yes I can always get away by blasting the shit out of everyone with my 5.56 mm if my life is in danger but…

Well, firstly that would be a genocide which is a whole another thing and secondly and more importantly, there's no way a bounty won't be placed on my head.

There would be no shortage of people out there to get me and especially those fucking highlanders.

Heck the only reason I thought doing this mission would be good idea was because I wanted to test out my new equipment like the new gun and the find out how much the drone can perform in an actual reconnaissance mission. Of course, along with the fact that this would help me gain a lot of trust from Lishia and the others.

I thought it would work out rather fine and things would go smoothly like they were until now, but this is…this is different. There is a weird sort of…pressure on me.

He again let out a sigh, looking at the campfire ahead. If things went right, he would kill the commander along with a few people there and escape.

If things went even a little south he would kill everyone there, and then walk out of it. Or maybe Luna will kill everyone for him, as in not wanting to let a "foreigner" do such a thing. And then blame herself for it, for not being able to aid him with the mission well.

In all honesty though, she would blame herself even if he killed them all.

Allen's shoulders slumped down, as another sigh escaped his mouth.

Perhaps I have been a bit too optimistic.

He had been a bit too optimistic.

Perhaps I have been a bit too hopeful, that this world would be much different from my world.

He had been too hopeful that it would.

Perhaps I was wrong to think that just because it's a fantasy world everything would be sunshine and rainbows, and things would be inherently fair.

He was wrong.

The first thing I did in this world was killing people, after all. I had not killed people before, yet I did. As if it was the most natural thing to do.

To think that things would be peaceful even with a start like that, yes I really am an idiot, I guess.

Why did I do that, I wonder? I had not killed people before.

"I had…not killed people before," Allen whispered to himself, pausing for a moment as he looked upward at the vast expanding sky with countless stars spreading across the infinity of space.

His lips curled upwards as a slight but small smile appeared on his face.

"The stars are different, I see…"

It was a sarcastic smile.

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