It was early in the morning when Camilla returned.
After receiving treatment and resting after clearing the battlefield, Carl saw Camilla fully revealed in front of him and jumped up from his seat without realizing it.
Camilla's face, with red eyes, looked so sad and pitiful.
"...What happened?"
Carl hesitated for a moment, uncharacteristically, and then asked a question even he couldn't fully understand.
Camilla, who had been staring blankly at Carl, weakly approached him and hugged him tightly.
Carl wrapped his arms around Camilla's back and swayed her a little clumsily.
"Ha...."
Camilla let out a weary sigh.
With her body still not fully recovered, she had run through the desert for several days without rest. After barely reuniting with Carl, she had pursued Siana, who had escaped, and then met her father.
And then she came back here again, holding her dead father in her arms.
"I'm sorry. I missed Siana."
Camilla whispered, burying her face in Carl's chest.
