"Haaaahhh!?"
All the guards narrowed their eyes toward the senior.
"What?" the senior guard asked them, glancing around at every guard present.
"You said we need to meet the general to get the voting slip!"
"Heh… I just said that because I wanted to see your reaction. Rooookieeesss~"
"Ugh! Senior!"
The senior guard just put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.
But the guards around him suddenly went silent, standing stiff and rigid, saluting with fists over their left chests, heads bowed.
"Oho? This is how you all should respect a senior like me." The senior grinned, puffing out his chest, but all the guards around him remained frozen, sweat beading on their foreheads.
"Huh? What's wrong with you all? Enough with that respect salute. I can clearly see you're mocking me, eh?"
"Razem?"
The senior guard's posture instantly stiffened, his spine straightening as he heard the familiar voice from behind him.
