“If we keep training random foreign armies to take over the world, won’t that give us a bit of a bother when it comes time for Dagaz and the rest to march southward?” Engel asked.
Jente cast him a look. Didn’t he realize that Dagaz and the rest were dead? But she lowered her head and continued sharpening the short, wide sword he’d been given by the Captain. Gladius, she thought it was called.
“So they call you Angelus,” she said.
“Angel,” he agreed. “What shall we call you?”
“Ella,” Jente said.
“Why Ella?”
“Short for ‘puella’. It means ‘girl’.”
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