She walked into the camp, took off her helmet, and a trace of exhaustion showed on her stern face. She was an undead creature, so she shouldn't feel tired. She raised her hands and pressed her chest, thinking: Maybe she is tired here? However, she

All you can touch is the hard and cold armor, which has no feeling.

Putting the helmet on the desk, she shook her arm and felt the condition of her muscles. She used this arm to fight a way out for her subordinates in a certain battle, so she was known as the "Iron-Armed Neve". She liked this

The nickname is because it is very courageous and imposing. Although the fame is not as good as that of her brother, she is already very satisfied.

Her brother is the goal that she will spend her whole life to surpass.

She sat down and flipped through the latest battle reports, her thoughts already drifting away.

In my memory, my brother was always very tall. Whether it was ten years ago or five years ago, it seemed that she was not tall. Everyone said that my brother was extremely talented and his defensive ability was second to none in the mainland.

Perfect, but she felt that her brother was full of flaws. Wasn't it? She could successfully throw herself into his arms every time and tickle him hard, but he just couldn't do it. She also often grabbed her brother's arm and asked him to hang her up.

Get up. The two of them were playing like crazy, one big and one small rolling around on the floor. It would be a shame to have her father see it and criticize her. But she was not afraid of criticism because her brother always protected her. When her brother stood in front of her, she didn't care about anything.

Not afraid.

When she grew up, her brother stopped playing with her. He would smile helplessly: "Nave, you have grown into a lady. You should be more gentle and don't be like a boy." But when she scratched her in anger.

When she was her brother, he still had no way to deal with her. She liked being close to her brother, she liked his strong arms, and she liked the feeling of not being afraid of anything.

Her brother was the goal that she would spend her whole life trying to surpass, but... her brother died.

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but cry. She could no longer get close to her brother, she could no longer hold his arm, and she had to face this world that frightened her alone. No one would protect her, and no one would protect her.

Tell her what to do. That's why she puts on the hard and cold armor, as if this way she can become one with the armor and lose all feeling.

"No, I am the 'Iron-Armed Neve'." She shook her head suddenly and raised her hand to wipe away her tears. At this time, a trace of coldness appeared on her tired face.

She has come back.

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Chapter completed!