Elena’s POV
I looked at him sheepishly and just laughed my embarrassment off, hoping he’d forget about this soon enough.
Just in time, though, one of the warriors came with a wooden basket filled with food and placed it down on the table.
“Do you need anything else, Prince?” he asked as he put two canteen bottles of water in front of us.
“No,” he simply replied and raised his hand as a gesture that he could leave.
The warrior gave us a small bow before he turned and left.
“Do you eat this kind of food?” he asked while unpacking the things from the basket.
Leaning in, I took a closer look, and a smile formed on my lips as I saw the familiar delectable foods especially made for battles for both convenience and nutrients.
There were four kinds of MRE in there, which was an abbreviatio
