The garrison really wasn't a promising place to work, and it was obvious that most people didn't feel much patriotism toward the Commonwealth either. Just thinking about the new life he was about to start in the Alliance made Baka's bear-like eyes light up.
Dr. Banks had also received a large sum of money, and eagerly began wondering whether he could move to the Alliance with his whole family. But then he thought of the exorbitant tuition fees for his younger brother, who was studying in the Empire, and his enthusiasm immediately fizzled.
"I-I suppose I'll have to stay after all. Maybe I should talk to the commander and ask Commander Bonaparte to transfer me back to the city, too. Commander Yu seems like an easygoing person." The doctor carefully considered his words and was just about to speak when he felt someone squeeze between him and Uncle Carl, then slam a huge, full mug of beer onto the table with a thud.
The doctor looked closely and saw that it was the young nurse, Belinda.
She had shed her usual clumsiness and timidity. Her face was flushed, she was panting, and her eyes were wide—more than a whole size bigger than usual. She was smiling, but her smile made the doctor feel a little uneasy. Normally, he would have reached out with his fan-sized hand and yanked her away at once. But right now, Dr. Banks couldn't help feeling that if he did, the nurse might just swing that thick glass mug at his head.
Everyone at the table turned to look at Miss Belinda, who was unremarkable in both looks and figure, but whose presence was anything but unremarkable just then.
"C-Commander... I... glug, glug, glug, glug!" The young nurse drank half the beer in her mug, then