When Melkith and Eugene entered the conference room, all the general staff was already gathered. The members of the general staff, who had been engaged in a serious discussion, rose from their seats as soon as they saw Eugene enter through the door.0

"You all must be tired. There’s no need to stand up,” Eugene said as he waved dismissively while crossing the room, which was filled with the mixed scents of blood and medicine.0

These were the highest members of the general staff with formidable skills within the army, yet none were without injuries. Eugene briefly glanced at Carmen's hands, which were tightly wrapped in bandages. He could see blood seeping through the wrappings. It wasn't just for show, apparently.1

"Looks like everyone made it out alive,” Eugene commented.0

He climbed onto the central table of the conference room and sat down, surveying those around him. Each had one or two wounds, but no one had suffered critical injuries. If one had to name the most severely injured, it would be Melkith, who could no longer summon spirits and had suffered internal injuries.0

"But why such long faces?" Eugene asked with a half-smile.0

It was a given, but everyone’s expressions were evidently grim, both when he had entered the room and even now.0

"It’s not exactly a situation to celebrate a victory,” Lovellian spoke up with a sigh.0

"Helmuth... we won the battle against the Demon King of Incarceration. If it had just ended there, we'd...0