General Honda Hitomi, for the lack of the word, is scary. Minjoo doesn't blame anyone who thinks that the purple-haired warrior is intimidating even though she possesses a rather short stature and lithe body even though she is a renowned warrior. 

Hitomi never smiles if not forced to do so. Her body is filled with scars. Her words are sharp and brutally honest. She comes from the greatest clan of this kingdom, and apparently is the only Omega daughter of the large clan. As if those aren't enough, she is one of the youngest female Grand General in 100 years. She is might as well the national treasure of this kingdom.

All of those combined created an image that Hitomi is an unreachable person. Fair. Minjoo thought so too before she met her.

Aside from all of her achievements, Hitomi is like any ordinary person. Sure, it's a little hard to make her smile voluntarily without any clear cause, but she does have a sense of humor whenever Minjoo cracks a joke sometimes. She enjoys light books instead of strategems Minjoo eats up daily, prefers sweet but healthy foods instead of greasy, carnivorous diet. She still can't handle liquor well even after nearly ten years on the battlefield.

"Lady Minjoo, are you listening?"

Minjoo blinks, raising her chin up from her supporting hand to look to her left, where Hitomi is lightly placing her hand over her elbow. She's not wearing her headband that hid