"Lieutenant Majiya!"
Amidst the dust, another equally disheveled man heavily thrust his pickaxe into the ground, straightened his back, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He glanced angrily at a certain junior on the small mound in the center of the construction site and spat:
"Presentation!"
...
If a person's eyes could indeed emit light, then Major Sunder alone could set someone's shirt on fire.
But unfortunately, "gaze" is merely a figure of speech, and Winters Montagne naturally could not be pained by the glaring eyes of a certain senior.
On the contrary, Pierre's return brought an involuntary smile to Winters' face.
Travel-worn Pierre first greeted Winters, then saluted Mason Commissioner.
"You've worked hard." Mason tipped his hat and nodded in return.
Winters handed a canteen to Pierre, curiously asking, "Didn't you stop by Wolf Town on your way?"
