Mrs. Scheller squeezed together with a large group of dirty, sticky serfs, her eyes wide open, searching for a name on those papers.
No, she didn't want to find that name.
Typically, in a noble family like hers, if someone had fallen in battle, the military committee would send someone to notify them at home.
But this time, evidently too many had died, and the officers simply didn't have enough manpower, so she had to confirm it herself.
After reading through the list of nobles, Mrs. Scheller's shoulders relaxed for a moment.
Her David wasn't on it.
She double-checked it again before looking at her younger son.
The latter shook his head, indicating he hadn't seen his brother. Only then did she embrace Lucas tightly, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.
As long as her David was safe, who cared if the war was won or lost; let His Majesty the Emperor worry about it.
