Chaerin Yoo had secretly hoped for something as she headed to the battlefield.

She imagined herself arriving like a princess on a white horse, rescuing Yor from his dire predicament.

Recently, as she rallied more people to join her cause, she’d started to feel a bit puffed up.
More participants than she had expected had joined her, and this was the first time in her life that she had worked so hard to gather people for something.

It felt like she was the head organizer of some protest group, ready to storm into a school and spray slogans with …