Farewell, King and War

Major Ron firmly insisted on returning to the Pioneer Fortress immediately.

Fraser tried to talk him out of doing something foolish, but in all the years he'd known Ron, he'd never seen him this serious and stubborn about anything. Ron was the sensible sort, good at reading the room and never causing trouble for others because of his own problems.

He might have been carefree most of the time, but when it mattered, he was dependable.

Perhaps Major Dunn's death had shaken him. After waking from a seven-day coma, Ron seemed like a different person—irritable and volatile. Fraser couldn't stop him, so he promised to take him back to get to the bottom of things as soon as his surgery was over.

But Fraser had barely left when Ron asked his prosthetic-armed captain to fetch his "Loyalty Bro."

Since Ron had bought the highest-tier war insurance, Loyalty Bro was personally handling the calibration for his prosthetic surgery. He'd brought a whole crate of modules and parts just for the leg.

"So, which one do you want?"

Loyalty Bro wore engineering goggles. In his left hand, he held a cable for calibrating prosthetics; in his right, a very dangerous-looking three-pronged stabilizer. A rack beside him was filled with all kinds of prosthetic legs.

Some were his own creations, while others were "premium goods" his junior mentor, Sharon, had picked up in Chardo Port.

A few had even arrived in Transia just yesterday. They'd originally been meant as trade goods for the players, but Major Ron was clearly a big client, so Loyalty Bro had decided to spare no expense to ensure quality service.

"Any of them will do. Just get me standing by tomorrow morning. I have something to take care of."

Leaning against the hospital bed, Ron bit into an