Was this their future?
Aisa felt her knees buckle, and she fell down, but she was held up. In a daze, she lifted her head to see the person who helped her out.
She was a little startled when she saw that it was a woman with a lot of scars, but somehow her glimmering emerald eyes made people want to stare.
She wasn't startled because of the scar—in a village, man or woman, people generally suffered and had scars in various parts of their bodies—but because she did not recognize her at all.
Aren't all of them here from her village? She had never seen her before. Such scars should've been quite characteristic.
Villages were only so big. She had lived there for more than two decades, so she should at least recognize everyone's faces.
Aisa wondered whether the girl was a newcomer who was just unlucky to have encountered a war.
If so, for some reason, she felt guilty. It was a reflective blame because her home territory was lost.
