-I’ve finished cleaning up the 1st Battalion.

“...”

It was said simply. It was like someone finished cleaning a room. 2,000 elite troops were easily killed. Grid was covered with sweat as he saw the whisper and replied to Euphemina.

-Are.you.okay↗?? Was it↘ hard↗? You. I. Bothersome. Work↗?  I was worr.ied. (Tone marks: Grid's voice going up and down)

Of course, Grid cherished all his colleagues. But among them, his feelings towards Euphemina were special. It was a fear of dying. Grid was always nervous and tried not to make any mistakes in front of her.  He was like a mouse in front of a beast.

Thus, whenever he talked to Euphemina, it was like he was reading from a bilingual book. Euphemina just thought that Grid was especially kind to her. She had to be equally friendly to Grid.

-Why is it bothersome? I’m happy to play an active role for the Overgeared Kingdom. Give me many opportunities in the future.

-Ah, yes... Y-Yes? I’m thankful for your words...