Soft moonlight illuminated the frame of a girl wrapped around a man with her eyes closed in a blissful sleep and the man watching her long lashes forming a shadow sighed in satisfaction as her feather like breath fawned over his neck but it was hard for Alistair to sleep.

　　Was it right to tell her the partial truth?

　　She was not a person who would not be able to see through his woven web of lies. There were too many loopholes, maybe not today but tomorrow she would definetly see right through it.

　　If he already was a general they why didn't he took up the position of Arkalos...