80 CHAPTER 80: THE HUNT FOR THE FALLEN PRINCE (3)

"The heck was that?" I questioned as I tightened my ponytail. Was it time to face that prince already? Ugh, I hope this would work.

"Explosion. Can't you tell, little cub? Tsk, tsk~" General Zhang teased me with an exaggerated tone.

"I knowww, but how comeeee?" I replied with an equally exaggerated tone.

"Sometimes I'm amazed at how you guys can joke around even in the weirdest situation." Luke sighed while shaking his head.

"Hehe. Better than going insane, right?" I shrugged. Well, if I didn't learn to ease up, I'd probably have gone mad thinking about the innocent people I indirectly killed during wartime.

Call it escapism or anything, either way, it helped me cope. It may not be the right thing to do, and I wouldn't try to justify it, but if it helped me stay sane, then heck yeah, I would crack jokes even in the worst situations.