"Ian, Ian..."
As Captain Naimo Narik of the South Ridge Special Combat Team in Fiery Flame Land repeated the name, he flung the report in his hand onto the ground.
He pulled an alchemical handgun from his waist and aimed it at the Mountain People emissary reporting to him, then pressed the trigger.
Bang! The bullet flew past the emissary, who had his eyes tightly closed, shaving off half of his ear, but the emissary dared not move a muscle and just stood there, letting the blood flow freely, and even feeling fortunate in his heart.
— Thank goodness it was just the ear; I thought it would be the forehead.
"Waste of space!"
Naimo roared, "You and the tribe behind you, those idiot chieftains—they're all just excrement from filthy beetles—"
"Three full suits of armor! Fourteen hundred men! A full set of regular army equipment! A total of thirty pieces of various artillery! Supplies of Elemental Crystals to last half a month of combat—all gone?! Just in one afternoon?!"
