Waiting was a rather agonizing thing.
For everyone else, simply carrying on with their work and fulfilling their duties might have been enough. But Raymond, who was simultaneously deputy commander, driver, tool, and commander, found it hard to relax.
To be honest, a seasoned slacker-tool like him did not care much for the glory of the Ideal Nation or the Heavenly Kingdom Lineage.
As the saying went, a cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes—getting through one day at a time was enough... Back when the Original Sin Legion had operated as support, those had been his best days.
He did not need to worry about risks or fear losing any more friends. Even if the difficulties and pressure of war remained immense, compared with the true front lines, every problem he faced was within his ability to solve.
There was no need to entrust everything to some vague and intangible fate.
But now, war had come again... As a former veteran War Dog, Raymond had grown accustomed to peaceful days, and for a time, he found himself afraid of sacrifice and death.
The Solar Ship, companions, friends, coworkers, supplies, defenses, manpower, weapons, expenditure...
There was simply too much to consider and protect.
Therefore, once Huai Shi left, the truck driver sank into a state of anxiety. He pushed his wheelchair back and forth across the deck, sighing so much that even the Red Dragon wanted to drift and fling him off.
And the longer time dragged on, the grimmer his expression became.
Especially since there had been no news from Huai Shi's side. He had no idea how things had gone, which made him even more restless. In the end, unable to endure it any longer, he called.
But the other end seemed to still be busy, and the