章節 385: Nightly Fresh Air

France, September 13th 1803

1:03 AM

Lucius laid in his tent. He was staring at the ceiling of his shelter. For some reason, he couldn't sleep even though the battle has been getting more and more exhausting with time.

Lucius sighed before sitting up. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he wondered. 'I have to sleep, so I can go fresh to the battle, but... it doesn't seem I'm going to fall asleep anytime soon,' the black-haired boy thought.

Soon, Lucius took a deep breath before starting to leave his tent, being careful not to wake up the partner he shared it with.

With a lamp in his hand, Lucius walked out of the tent, and enjoyed the fresh air outside. 'Yes, those things truly aren't the most comfortable place to sleep in,' he thought.

Soon, for his surprise, Lucius spotted Lukas in the middle of the camp, analyzing a few maps while holding a lamp over them.