"It's so warm, and it tastes good." V took a sip with deliciousness. Letting out a long sigh and smiling widely. "It's even better, as the view of Arran is really breathtaking. You are a man of great considerate, yes, Your Majesty?"
The small tent contained one bed with a warm blanket, two chairs, a folding table. V loved the view of Arran at night, it felt as if being in the middle of a garden of sparkling stars.
Even though the wind was quite strong at night, the tent stood sturdy, solid, and felt warm.
Ares sat in his chair, crossed his legs, leaned on the chair, and focused on the paper in his hand.
V glanced at Ares who didn't make any comment. She became curious about the contents of the paper that he always viewing with focus, without blinking, and ignoring the life going on around him.
He also ignored V's words just now.
"Gosh, how pathetic, I'm talking to myself, again?" V asked and scoffed. s
