As Richard pondered, the Magic-armored Knights traveled farther and farther away, carrying the unconscious spy through the command room in Kasha City and toward the prison.
Inside the command room, the advisers on duty and civilian staff watched the passing Magic-armored Knights with curious eyes. Previously, they had been so busy they barely had time to sleep, much less investigate such irrelevant matters. But there had been no military operations for the past month. They had drawn up dozens of battle plans, all of which had been shelved, leaving them bored out of their minds. As a result, even a trivial matter could pique their interest.
"Who did they catch?" one adviser asked.
"Probably a spy," replied another adviser who had heard some news. "I heard that Xika spies launched a large-scale infiltration tonight, but our defenses were tight. They didn't get anything out of it."
"Good! Those suicidal Sika People got what they deserved—we've already been generous enough by not causing them trouble, and they still dared try to infiltrate us?"
"Maybe it's precisely because we've stayed put all this time that they can't figure out why, so they had no choice but to try investigating."
"As if they could find anything out. We don't even know what's going on. It's been so long already, and the general keeps saying prepare, prepare, prepare. Who knows when he'll finally be done preparing."
"Nothing we can do about it. We're only staff officers; we don't hold military command. So let's just keep making plans obediently. Maybe one day General Soren will suddenly order an all-out attack, and they'll come in handy."
"Let's hope so..."
The staff officers and civilian personnel chattered away, discussing the matter for quite a while.
In a corner, the noble staff officer Na Te listened to them.