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38: Special Day

38: Special Day

"It's incredible how, despite everything, they keep moving forward, don't you think?"

At the question, Cassandra, who had been watching the sunset strike the city of Warsaw, emerged from her reverie and looked at her brother, who had approached her side, standing next to her at the edge of the tall building where they were—one of the few high-rise buildings still remaining in the city.

She considered his words and looked down at the people below. Despite the approaching dusk, they continued to work with enthusiasm and joy, just as they had since the day began, and just as they had been doing ever since Warsaw was liberated.

Some children on the street seemed to notice their figures and waved excitedly. She and Charles waved back, watching the kids smile before returning to help however they could.

Not for the first time, a strange sense of pride welled up inside her. After all, it was thanks to their efforts that these people had been saved. Seeing their admiration, even adoration, felt surprisingly good for some reason, bringing a small smile to her lips.

But soon, that smile faded, replaced by a slightly bored expression—a look that had grown more pronounced as the days passed without anything interesting happening, without John returning.

"Although watching them rebuild this place was interesting at first, it's getting old quickly. This calm is really strange, don't you think?" After experiencing the battlefield and living almost every day in a fight, returning to something so "mundane" felt odd. The thrill of battle and the adrenaline it brought weren't things easily replicated elsewhere. While she wouldn't say she was obsessed with such things, she certainly preferred having something exciting to deal with rather than simply doing nothing.

Of course, it wasn't as bad as being back home. She'd much rather watch an entire city being rebuilt than take another stupid lesson on feminine etiquette.

Hearing his sister, Charles sighed a little, letting his shoulders drop slightly. In moments like this, he truly wished he had his sister's resilience and her ability to handle high-stress situations without appearing fazed.

"Moments like this, we need to appreciate them, Cassie. We might not find another like it in the future."

Hearing the nickname that hadn't been used since she was a child, Cassandra frowned slightly, casting an irritated look at Charles. However, upon seeing his face, that displeasure faded.

Charles... he didn't look so good. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his posture betrayed obvious exhaustion. She knew he hadn't been sleeping well, but it had been improving somewhat over the past few days—at least his eyes were no longer bloodshot.

Maybe the calm wasn't particularly appealing to her, but it was something her brother clearly needed. So, for now, she decided to stop complaining about it.

"Don't be so pessimistic, little brother," she said, patting his shoulder lightly—almost causing him to stumble forward. He shot her a hard look, but she ignored it and kept speaking with a smile.

"Remember whose side you're on. These Hydra guys might be irritating, but with John and us working together, this war only has one outcome, and you can be sure of that." Her words carried immense confidence, and Charles couldn't argue with them. After all, so far, they had been wiping out every enemy they faced, and while there had been some dangerous moments, they had always emerged victorious.

When you keep winning, it's hard to entertain the thought that you might lose. And for someone with his sister's ego, that became even more apparent to anyone listening to her talk.