After the rigorous and thorough assessment by Franziska and Savoya, you stepped out of the village outskirts, carrying a hint of fatigue but an unyielding resolve. The assessment had been a silent battle, testing your every judgment and action. Now, the surrounding woodlands and distant fields seemed to hold a deeper tranquility than before. Your thoughts still replayed every detail, striving to glean experience from them.

As you passed a patch of bushes and came upon an open stretch of the path, a figure caught your eye. Wilma was sitting quietly on a flat rock by the roadside, her posture composed, as if she had been waiting there all along. Wilma's vibrant red hair glowed strikingly in the setting sun, and her white, gray, and dark gray military-style uniform, with its prominent red stripe across the chest, remained impeccably neat even out here.

You softened your steps, but Wilma seemed to have already sensed your presence. She slowly lifted her head, her red eyes calmly meeting yours, devoid of any startled reaction. Instead, a gentle smile graced her lips. Her expression was utterly natural, as if this encounter was simply meant to be.

This was Wilma.

Wilma's gaze lingered on you for a moment, as if she could see right through your recent experience. An unspoken understanding filled the air, as if she had already known of your arrival and your state.

"Is the assessment over?" Wilma's voice was steady and clear, carrying a subtle hint of concern. "Franziska and Savoya never set low standards," she said softly, her tone reflecting an understanding and respect for her two comrades.