Mu and Badgiruel's Conversation 2

As Mu spoke, his voice involuntarily rose. He folded his arms across his chest, his broad shoulders heaving slightly with anger.

His brow arched at the memory of that unjust treatment, while his nostrils flared faintly with his rapid breathing.

His breath carried restrained fury as he spoke, every syllable slightly louder than the last, revealing how unprecedentedly bitter he was about the matter.

The usual carefree irreverence was gone from his eyes, replaced by obvious indignation that had not been fully suppressed, as though some profound humiliation had long been buried in his heart and had finally found an outlet.

He was not merely "angry." He felt profound contempt and intense disgust at having been manipulated and betrayed. Even before this woman whose heart was lost in confusion, he had no desire to conceal such complicated emotions.

Natarle continued to stare at him blankly, her gaze drawn in by Mu's intense emotions.

She watched the agitated lines of the man's face and felt the blazing anger radiating from him.

Such genuine, unadulterated displays of emotion were uncommon among soldiers known for their absolute rationality, especially officers of their rank. She felt subtly taken aback, and for some reason, a barely perceptible crack seemed to have appeared in the frozen ice deep within her heart.

"I think people like you, who firmly believe the military possesses an unshakable justice and have fought persistently and tenaciously for so long because of it, entrusting everything they have to the organization, have become rare throughout history. That is why I have this question I cannot understand."

Mu calmed his breathing slightly, and his tone softened, but the probing look in his eyes grew deeper, almost as if it could pierce through Natarle's most fragile inner defenses. "Natarle, do you truly feel no sincere