Chapter 102 The Cleanup

• MILA
• The trek back to Fresia was quiet. I could tell that Felix was haunted by what had happened on the battlefield, and he was not the only one–most of the men were staring forward with solemn eyes, not speaking about what they had seen.
• Felix limply held my hand. I knew that he felt terrible, overwhelming guilt over blinding Charles and over Albert’s death. Thankfully, his army had suffered fewer losses than the enemy, but every loss was a heavy hit on my husband. My heart ached for him.