As Erwin was resting against Lana's back, enjoying a deep sleep, the two of them passed Windmetal Fort and continued on toward the king's province.

Lana had never been intimate with another man like this before, and she could feel his warm breath as his chest rose and fell in an even rhythm. As her horse galloped along, Erwin bounced up and down on its back, and as a result, his slightly unkempt stubble was rubbing against the back of Lana's neck, constantly itching her in the process. Before she knew it, a deep blush had appeared on her face.

The entirety of Erwin's bodyweight was pressing down against her back, but she didn't mind that at all. Instead, her only concern was that Erwin could fall off the horse if the terrain became slightly more rough and rugged.

As it turned out, her concerns were unnecessary. Erwin's left hand was gripped tightly around his right wrist, and his arms were locked firmly around Lana's waist, so it wouldn't be so easy for him to fall off.

Occasionally, she would turn her face slightly to look at Erwin's side profile, and his handsome features told a story of exhaustion and despair. Even in his slumber, his brows were still tightly furrowed.

At this moment,...