Milasha's expression was somewhat solemn. She always felt something was amiss, but couldn't quite pinpoint what was strange. She glanced at her team members and then put aside these chaotic thoughts, attributing all anomalies to the stress brought by the mission.
Everything was so sudden. This Long Sword Squad was assembled temporarily; the team members were not very familiar with each other, yet they were sent to execute such an important task, and the mission itself was full of mystery.
They had to risk their lives to cover a guy named Ghoul. As for what goods he was transporting, Milasha knew nothing about it.
Like Gray, she felt a deep sense of unease, but as the vice-captain, she had to hide such emotions and not affect the team members.
However... they could finally leave.
Milasha couldn't help but sigh, feeling a wave of relief. This city always brought a deep sense of oppression.
"We can go home, Gray."
