"No matter how special your status is, you are still a soldier, a soldier in the combat sequence.
"I don't recall giving you the order 'come to the front line,' Major Montaigne." Gessa's tone was not only stern but even somewhat aggressive, "So, what are you doing at Kingsfort?"
Inside the central army tent, the atmosphere of relaxed conversation among the older generation was instantly emptied, becoming grim and tense.
Gessa Adonis was no longer speaking as a friend or a senior but as a superior and the highest military authority.
The anger was the same, but Gessa's fury was no longer the feigned anger when complaining about Winters not meeting him first; it carried a genuine fire.
Yet, beneath the surging waves of anger, Winters captured a fleeting thread of negative emotion.
Sorrow? Disappointment? Fatigue? It was difficult to distinguish.
Winters could understand why Gessa would have such a strong stress response, because Gessa was not just asking, "Why are you here?"
