"Master..."
After 0.02 seconds of hesitation, Kratos finally called out weakly, like a deflated ball.
"Don't call me Master!"
Balgon raised his head, glaring upward as he sneered, "When it comes to acting like an idiot and doing stupid things, you're my master!"
"How many times have I told you? If you aren't capable enough, don't be so impatient for quick success! Keep your feet on the ground and take things one step at a time!"
"How much tolerance has His Majesty the Emperor shown you? Is this how you repay him?"
"With a carefully planned total wipeout?"
"Do you know that His Majesty the Emperor personally went to the real world just to clean up your mess!?"
"You complete idiot!!"
By the end, Balgon seemed unable to suppress the fury in his heart any longer and kicked forward.
Kratos heard a dull clang, and his vision suddenly dropped. He nearly fell over.
If not for the countless chains binding him and restricting his movements to some extent, he would have fallen flat on his face.
"General Balgon, I'm not done calibrating yet!"
Arost's displeased voice came from beneath Kratos, forcefully stopping Balgon.
"Wait until I'm done calibrating before you discipline him."
"I can't be fucking bothered to discipline him!" Balgon growled angrily.
He forced down his anger and stepped aside. After taking several deep breaths to calm himself, he sincerely apologized to Arost.
"My apologies, Trooper Arost. I failed to control my emotions just now and caused trouble for your work."
"Eh, forget it. We're in the Endless Great Forest anyway. Even if the armor breaks, it can be repaired quickly." Arost's muffled reply followed, as if he had crawled into some half-enclosed container.
As he spoke, Kratos felt his hollow body being enveloped by some kind of warm,