Yu Lian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Honestly, he didn't think he'd actually fail this test. Still, in an environment like this, surrounded by all these lovely ladies, if nothing concrete came of it, wouldn't that be disrespectful to them?
Well, now the bad guy had done it all for him—White-Haired... No, Yani, whom he hadn't seen in ages. Wasn't that just wonderful?
Yes, who else could the person who'd arrived be but Yamida Songo Berenkaster? She was dressed like a college girl out for a springtime stroll, and still wore that gentle, warm smile that seemed to promise a peaceful life. Her voice was soft and friendly, as though she were simply speaking with you in a mild, conciliatory tone.
And yet, those lovely ladies, who would have been called goddesses in any other setting, looked like maids standing before a queen in her presence.
It was obvious that Miss Yamida had a far stronger hold over the girls than Master Creil did. They didn't even say goodbye to the latter before filing out with their heads bowed and their eyes downcast. The doctor even took the fine cigar she'd rolled herself on her thigh.
Then Miss Yamida folded her arms and looked at Creil. "Major General Creil Belmont, as a major general in the Alliance Navy and a first-grade inspector for the Bureau of Supernatural Administration, why didn't you return to Nefis to report for duty immediately after coming home?"
"I—I've been fighting for so long. Can't I take some time to enjoy myself? Mr. Stoneheart applied for half a year of leave!" Creil protested loudly.
His voice was loud, but he had no real presence. Anyone could tell he was putting on a brave front.
"Mr. Stoneheart was seriously injured, so naturally he needed