“Tsk! In the end, we let her get away!”

Some buses had been brought over through the portal so that the Connectors could rest. Bruce was in one of the large buses, and he complained about losing Glaia.

Russell, who was drinking water next to him, spoke in an incredulous voice.

“We didn’t let her get away. Both of us attacked her, yet we couldn’t gain an advantage. In fact, we were on the losing side. She only retreated when she realized the battle was going very poorly.”

It seemed her status as Grenoid's officer indeed held some weight.

“Hmmph!”

Bruce was aware of that too. He snorted and changed the topic.

“We finally retook our home. It has been a while since we could stay in Armstrong city like this.”

Russell brought his face toward the window. He could see the large Armstrong city. Its walls were riddled with holes, and many parts of the city had been destroyed. However, the city never lost its dignified appearance.

“We can't lose it ever again.”

“Of course! It won’t be easy to take this city since I’m here!”

A single person wouldn’t make a difference, even if that person was Bruce. However, Russell didn’t quibble...