The night at the encampment was cold and biting, but just sitting by the fire like this, quietly gazing up at a night sky full of the Milky Way, was enough to make a person feel sentimental.
It was a sentiment that wouldn't have struck a chord with anyone by the standards of this era, but it was also the reason I loved the nights spent at an encampment. It would've been even better if Hilda were beside me instead of a bunch of smelly men.
"So, Your Highness! From now on, please call me Odin's Lightning!"
"Hahaha, you really are an amusing fellow."
"Ohh! Marco! His Highness praised me!"
"I'm thoroughly embarrassed that the captain takes that as praise."
"What's embarrassing about it? Hey, was it Leto? Are you embarrassed by me too?"
"...."
"He says he's not! Wahahaha!"
