But even so.
“There should be water when we reach Damietta,” Crowley said.
Damietta was one of the enemy’s strongholds and their most prominent military gain taken in the beginning of this Crusade. They sieged it and made it surrender.
Conquering that city should have been more than enough already. The enemy proposed a peace treaty. The kings of the countries participating in this war wanted to accept the peace offer. That alone was a big success already, they said.
And yet, just what was this mess they were in right now?
“…”
But thinking about it now wouldn’t help anything. For now, they needed to reach Damietta; there, they would find plenty of allies, no doubt. And would be able to finally have some water. And…
“Just a little more,” Crowley said.
From behind him, Gustavo spoke up, “Hey, Crowley.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t interrupt Victor.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“His women talk. I wanna hear that, so don’t interrupt. I’m so hungry that if I don’t, my legs just may stop moving,” Gustavo stated.