C684 Bk3: Ch– 180 In the cell(pt-2)

Rosa kept on rubbing her nose with her sleeves. The smell of blood from the battlefield familiarized her, but she could never get used to the scent of rotting flesh. It reminds her of how insignificant the life of a human is. Something she would never like to admit to. She forced her feet to walk closer to the bodies.

“Rante knight’s uniform