“Aren’t you going to eat, priestess?”

Evy looked at Dimitri as he drank all the wine he had bought in the village they had passed through. She glanced at the stale bread he was offering her and felt disgusted.

“You could’ve bought some meat instead of this cheap wine.” she grumbled.

They were camped in the middle of the forest, the fire from the campfire keeping her warm. Still, she pulled the blanket they had gotten in the village closer to herself. However, ...