Amon patiently waited for Caspian's reply.

Caspian step back slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he thought for a moment.

"What kind of a man would I want for her… let's see," he murmured.

After a bit of thinking, he finally spoke.

"Well, he needs to be tall...taller than me. He should have a muscular build. He needs to be more handsome than me. Stronger than me. Braver than me." Caspian shrugged lightly. "In short, he should be better than me in everything."

Then his expression turned serious.

"But the most important thing," he added, "is that he should treat her with respect."

The more Amon listened, the more hopeless he felt.

'Damn… the only thing I might be better than him at is looks. I am more handsome. And I do respect Professor Adelia. But the rest?'

Amon was being too much delusional. Thinking himself norepinephrine handsome than Caspian. He really tried his best to believe in his own lie.

He sighed inwardly.

'These conditions are brutal. It'll take a long time to achieve all that.'

He paused for a second.

'It's not impossible… but height?'

Amon shook his head slightly and decided to change the topic. There was something else he wanted to ask Caspian anyway.

"Sir Caspian," Amon said hesitantly, "I also wanted to ask you something."

Caspian looked at him. "Hm?"

"Can I… join the army? I mean, just for a few days," Amon explained quickly. "I want to explore the forest and hunt some monsters. I think it would help me gain experience."

Caspian didn't answer immediately.

After a short pause, he nodded. "That should be possible."

Amon's eyes lit up slightly.

"But," Caspian continued, "I'll need to talk with the Commander first. After that, I'll inform Anok and let you know the details."

"I understand," Amon replied honestly.

Caspian smiled. "By the way, I liked your spirit and courage. Even after hearing about a possible Demon attack, you still want to be part of us."

Amon just nodded. "Of course. I am not afraid of such things. And if I can be even a little bit useful for you guys, then it means I was useful for our kingdom. This might be my greatest honor."

Amon spouted some random words which he thought sounded cool.

To his fortune, they worked on Caspian.

Caspian's smile widened. "That's amazing, Amon. Oh also. We wanted to asked you about your journey. I mean how you came travel and saw up until you came here. But Commander is busy. So I would liked to hear it in detailed."

Amon didn't find it surprising. Rather he was more surprised when Galahad didn't asked.

'Guess his more worried about Demons.'

Amon and caspian sat on the bunk bed. As Amon started to recount everything from the day he came to this forest. Even about the temple.

But it was not that useful information since scouts of army already found that place yesterday.

So there was not much important things to know.

"You really had gone through a lot. That also all alone. To able to survive until..you really are something Amon." Caspian praised Amon genuinely.

Amon rubbed the back of his neck with huge smile. "Thank you for complement. But it was nothing."

"Oh so you are humble. Good. But you deserve the prasied. Not everyone can do what you did at young age. Well, for now, you should rest and settle in. I'll come find you later."

With that, Caspian left the tent.

Amon let out a small breath and started to check the place.

It wasn't large. Just enough space for a bunk bed. For two people to sleep. A small table, and a storage chest. Simple, clean, and practical.

It was convenient to have storage rings and bags. Because of that things like this were easy to carry.

If they didn't had this space storage rings and bags. Amon and other soldiers might have to sleep on floor or sleeping bags.

'This is the smallest tent here… did they make a new one for me? It's better, I guess… I thought I would need to share a tent with other soldiers.Wait...I heard that two soldiers died two days ago...this might be their tent.'

He looked around quietly.

"…This will do," he murmured.

He walked over and sat down on the bed, the fabric dipping slightly under his weight.

For the first time in a while, there was no immediate danger.

He leaned back, staring at the above backside of above bed, his mind slowly calming as he prepared for what lay ahead.

"I need to wait for further instructions… hah, a whole week here…"

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By the afternoon, the camp had grown lively again.

The training noises had faded, replaced by the sounds of movement and chatter. The smell of cooked food drifted through the air, warm and inviting, spreading across the forest clearing.

It was time for lunch.

'Oh, it's time for that… I was really hungry.'

When Amon was in the medical tent, he didn't eat anything. He only remained on pills, which could provide enough nutrition for the body. But he never felt full with them.

So he was eager.

Amon stepped out of his tent and followed the flow of soldiers toward the food area. Large cooking stations had been set up in the center of the camp. In the middle of this dark forest, they prepared meals for everyone together. Efficient, organized, and disciplined.

Long lines had already formed.

Soldiers and knights stood patiently, metal armor clinking softly as they moved forward. It was a simple routine, one they followed every day even in dangerous territory.

Amon quietly joined the line.

A few knights noticed him and gave small nods of greeting.

"Feeling better?" one of them asked casually.

"Yes," Amon replied. "Much better."

"That's good," another said with a faint smile.

Amon scratched the back of his head awkwardly but smiled back.

When his turn came, he was handed a wooden bowl filled with food and a piece of bread. It was a normal soldier's meal. Stew with vegetables, grains, and chunks of meat. Nothing luxurious. Nothing special.

Yet to Amon, it looked incredible.

He moved away from the line and found a quiet spot beneath a large, dark tree at the edge of the camp. Sitting down against the trunk, he rested the bowl on his knees.

"Let's dig in."

For a moment, he just stared at the food.

Then he took a bite.

The moment it touched his tongue, his eyes widened slightly.

"…So good," he whispered.

Warmth spread through his body as he continued eating. The flavors were simple but rich. Salted properly, seasoned just enough, cooked with care.

It had been a long time since he had eaten something like this.

For weeks, he had survived on roasted monster meat. Burnt, tough, and completely bland. There was no salt. No spices. Just survival.

Compared to that, this meal felt like a feast.

He ate quietly, savoring every bite, his shoulders relaxing more with each spoonful.

Under the shade of the dark tree, surrounded by the low hum of camp life, he was enjoying it.

In a few minutes, he completed his meal. Getting up, Amon went and returned the bowl to them.

Amon stretched his arms in the air and gazed at the dark gray sky.

"Fuck! So gloomy."

"Amon!" Just then, a voice came from behind.

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