If the trip back to the Royal Capital of Belfast goes without any problems, then that is a hope I would like to happen.
However, it was just an empty hope that would not come true.
On the fifth day after the King's convoy passed through the forest road and passed through the pile of corpses of bandits who had failed to set a trap, I was bothered by an attack by bandits who tried to set up a blockade on the road that the King's convoy would pass through.
The King's decision to send me to the front lines to secure the path seemed the right one.
"This is really a hassle," I grumbled as I opened the hatch on top of the Humvee and stuck half of my body out, carrying the HK-416 with a full magazine and the safety pin down.
The weather today wasn't too hot, and the angle for long-range shots wasn't much of an issue.
The problem at the moment is that my stepfamily and Chitose are taking advantage of this situation to satisfy their lewd desires.
