As soon as I was done taking a bath and eating my meal alone, Claude returned to my tent holding our sleeping son in his arms as he returned Cloudy to his cradle. I ignored him as I continued reading some books that were all about the war that came from the point of view of different historians back in the past.

"It's useless to read it. You are not going to war, Rachelle," he said coldly.

I scoffed. "Reading them doesn't mean I am going to the war, Claude. I am adding more knowledge about how the military tacticians resolved everything back then." Sighing, I closed the book, losing...