In the ward, the summer afternoon's heat and languid feeling had completely vanished.
In its place was a coarse, heavy, and burning atmosphere of killing intent.
"Calm down, everyone calm down!" Captain Linda shouted.
You could see that the medical staff in the ward were instinctively panicked.
In contrast, the wounded who had just withdrawn from the battlefield were almost all calm. Being regularly cared for, they reacted swiftly, jumped out of bed, and shielded the medical staff.
Orleans also stood in front of Captain Linda.
His eyes were constantly on Andrew.
Honestly, Orleans wasn't particularly worried about Andrew.
After all, it was just a force. Even if left by the Saintess Capella, it was ultimately just a force.
"This Andrew, after all, is Tier Four. Even though his combat power isn't exceptional, facing a force of the same tier shouldn't be much of a problem. As long as he follows my instructions!"
