The Last Letter of Med Clovi, the Anti-Slavery Activist

Beneath the capital of the Human Empire, in a tunnel used by the demi-human anti-slavery fighters, two demi-human agents met. One was a Fox warrior. When she saw the Wolf messenger approaching, she went to meet him. After exchanging their code phrases to confirm each other's identities, they began trading information.

"Comrade Messenger."

"Good to see you, comrade. Here's the information for this time."

"You're quite late this time. What happened?"

At the question, the Wolf looked troubled. Hesitating, he pulled a thick envelope from his coat.

"The new comrade asked me to deliver it," he said. "He wanted me to bring this letter back to our base as well, so I was delayed."

"You mean that human? That mysterious chain-wearing guy? I've heard of him. Why is this letter so thick? What's in it?"

"A farewell letter."

"A farewell letter?"

"Yeah. Apparently, he used to be a nobleman, and they have a habit of writing these." The Wolf frowned. "This is the fifth one."

"Why does he write one every time he goes on a mission?"

"That guy thinks he's going to die every time he goes on a mission."

The Fox didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She shook her head, took the letter, and said, "Doesn't he always complete his missions just fine? Honestly, I can't tell if he's brave or a coward."