“Have you noticed anything unnatural or strange?” Kim Hyun-Sung asked.

“No, I haven’t,” I replied.

‘Please stop.’

“I’m sure you can relax, Mr. Hyun-Sung. The command center has been doing its best to take care of the parts you’re worried about,” I added.

“But…”

“I understand, but worrying too much isn’t a good thing,” I warned.

“Alright, I understand, but if…”

“I know,” I answered.

“About the detection magic….”

“It has already been handled, but I’ll instruct the others to do a close inspection once again,” I told him.

‘I can’t get through him at all, damn it.’

I knew he was worried, but it was getting kind of annoying.

We were about to go to war, and I wasn’t really in this operation since day one, so I had to look into many other things and ensure that I understood them. My hands were already full checking the basics, but Kim Hyun-Sung visited me every day to make useless remarks. I became increasingly convinced that he was suffering from PTSD.

‘This guy…’

He obviously looked anxious. I wasn’t sure why, but his expression became worse as time went on. His expression yesterday was different, and it was different today as well. It had gotten to the point that I was worried about joining the war while under the influence...