James said, "It's no trouble. You're doing this for Captain after all."

Chana smiled and left, and James followed shortly after. However, Chana kept James's words in mind, curious about the woman Nash was supposedly so attentive to. She didn't leave immediately but instead asked a soldier, "When will we leave this village?"

"I'm not sure about that," the soldier replied.

Chana tried another approach, "The woman who's been in close contact with Captain, is she from this village?"

The soldier thought for a moment, "No, I think she's from our country."

Hearing this, Chana's heart sank. That woman was from their country. No wonder they were all talking about it.

"Thanks," she said with a smile and returned to her tent.

Her son woke up as she arrived. "Mom, where did you go?" The boy, speaking their native language, clung to her, looking anxious. She hugged him tightly.

Captain," Chana said, stroking

handsome uncle?" the

wouldn't have any milk, so

it's delicious." To him, milk was the

you like the handsome uncle?" she

He gives me milk," the boy

"Yes, he's been very kind to

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a rare hot bath, sleeping comfortably through the night. She woke up early, stepping outside to breathe the fresh air. Despite the village's backwardness, the air was crisp, and the dew

someone called

running toward her. "The boy who was with you is

pang of worry. "Is he

on his own," the

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