Warhammer Divine Throne-Chapter 613 - 269, Winter Offensive (Part 1)

The female sorcerer was unwilling to admit defeat; she wanted everything Veronica got from Laine to be given to her equally!

Laine's smile gradually turned mischievous: "Really? Teresa, are you sure?"

"I'm sure." The female sorcerer replied resolutely; she didn't want to lag behind.

"It's not that I don't want to give it to you, Teresa... but this kind of mark only becomes fully effective after having that kind of relationship with me. Otherwise, it has to be recast again and again." Laine shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to do that with you, but clearly, the time hasn't come yet. I can see that you're not ready either; let's talk about this later."

Teresa frowned, realizing what she had to do to get the "Spirit Rune."

Veronica had only mentioned the "Spirit Rune" to her smugly. Teresa didn't know what exactly a Spirit Rune was, what it was used for, or where it should be inscribed. But her female intuition told her it was important, so she simply asked directly.

Upon hearing Laine's answer, a weight was lifted from the female sorcerer's heart as she began to reassess her relationship with Laine.

Laine didn't dislike her, but her appearance wasn't part of Laine's plan, leading to her current awkward position. However, after talking with Veronica, Teresa already knew what she needed to do.

"Actually... in these coming months, we can find some time, Laine. I'm thirty-one years old; I know what should happen." Teresa said softly: "In fact, I was ready when we arrived at Marinburg."

That's why Veronica hurriedly sent you away, Laine thought to himself. She must have noticed.

Besides, I wasn't ready either.

"Anyway, let's talk about it in the coming months, Teresa. I prefer things to happen naturally rather than for some deliberate purpose." Laine took the initiative to hold the female sorcerer's hand: "There will be a time when it's natural; we aren't there yet."

"Yes, we will." Teresa showed a genuine smile, the heavy pressure of the past period finally dissipating.

......

After the rainy season ended, the weather became even colder, but the soldiers of Count Glamorgan could smell a burning scent in the air.

This scent was called war.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Bertrand woke up. The former bandit leader subconsciously reached under his pillow upon waking, and after touching a dagger, he self-deprecatingly smiled.

He was in a town, in the two-story house gifted by the Count, not still camping out in Charon Forest, fighting for a place to sleep with Beastmen and Green Skins. He didn't need to keep a dagger under his pillow.

It's just a habit; can't help it.

The room's furnishings were simple: a table, a few chairs, several cabinets, the floor covered with burlap and animal skins, and his sword and large bow hung on the walls. The stone walls weren't particularly sturdy but were enough to keep out the weather.

"Ah ah~" Bertrand groaned in pain. At this early hour, that feeling of wanting to sleep but waking up was really annoying. The newly appointed military sergeant and commander of the archery company pulled the quilt over his head.

No use, can't sleep anymore.

Bertrand decided to get up.

Today was the day the army set out. Soldiers from the three towns had all gathered in Gene Town: over twenty knights, over a hundred Knight's Squires, more than a hundred sergeants, and over a thousand Infantry Corps were assembled. Supplies were in place, and only the departure remained.

Getting up, the outside sky was still dark. Bertrand changed his clothes and simply grabbed some water from a bucket on the first floor to wash his face, then started boiling water for soup. He tore a basket of black bread into pieces, tossing them into a large iron pot along with some vegetables and flour, even a small piece of pork ham. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The salary and rations after becoming a sergeant were quite generous, allowing Bertrand to enjoy these foods without any guilt.

After a while, just as the sky was getting light, Bertrand's companion Hugo also got up. The two sergeants shared a two-story house. Hugo had already found a lover, a refugee peasant from Borelion Duchy, whose family was lost. Bertrand's old mate Hugo quickly took a liking to her golden hair and ample bosom, bringing her home after just one meeting.

"Bertrand, you bandit, how come you're up so early today?" Hugo, also a bandit leader and now a sergeant commanding a squad, grumbled as he started helping Bertrand. Bertrand and Hugo had known each other for years. Bertrand liked to call Hugo "Shorty" because his 1.65-meter height made him look short. Hugo liked to call Bertrand "Bingo" because Bertrand's archery skills were so superb that within two hundred steps, he could shoot an arrow that split another arrow already in the target.

After cooking a little something, the two sergeants had breakfast.

"Shorty, this is our first time participating in the Count's war; we need to put on a good performance. Otherwise, we'd disgrace everyone." Leather armor, chain armor, surcoat, dagger, large bow, sharp sword — Bertrand armed himself fully.