I’ll Live My Second Life!

(This is my Division Captain)

As Fii looked at him, what she wondered was as youd expect,

(Why is he wearing a mask?)

But she didnt really want to ask him.

It would be terrible if she offended him and he rescinded his offer to her.

Also, for some reason he felt a little difficult to approach.

After Yorks concise introduction ended, it was everybody elses turn.

Im Conrad. Nice to meetcha, Newbie!

First offwas the plain-faced youth.

His height and weight were average, perhaps just a little on the slender side, and his face didnt have any distinguishing features. He seemed to have a bright personality, and when Fii considered the tea from earlier, she decided that he was probably good at looking after others.

But Normal? Plain? Featureless? Unmemorable? When she looked at his face, that was the impression she got.

(He seems a little suspicious)

That was her conclusion.

The next was the large man from before.

Thoughall he did was write Orbull on some paper, jab his thumb at himself, and then wink.

Orbull cant speak. Hes huge, so he takes care of the fighting and weapons transports in our division. His hobby is horticulture, added Crow.

Gardening, explained Orbull.

Apparently his dream was to become a knight and do some gardening in the royal gardens, but he cant now that hes in our division.

Which was the reason for all these pot plants, Crow explained, as Fii watched the slightly dejected-looking Orbull.

I see

Fii found it a little pitiful.

(Its too bad he cant just use the garden in that villa.)

It was a small one, but itdidhave a garden and flower bed at least. Although it was messy, and seemed to have seen some long disuse.

But well, she couldnt leave the villa as the Second Queen, and she could hardly give permission as Heath. In the end, it was impossible.

Your flowers are incredibly beautiful. Im looking forward to the day that you finally get a flowerbed to use.

Hearing Fiis words, Orbull gave a somewhat embarrassed, but happy laugh.

Hesa good person.

Im Palwick, the long-range attacker in our group, said the eye-patched man.

Hes a bow expert. Even at 200 metres, hes never missed a mark.

Once again, Crow elaboratedfurther.

Fii simply thought it was amazing. The man said to be the best in Dman had a success rate of only 70% at 120 metres.

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