129 Krieg's Question

I am a bit nervous.

Mide of the 7th Platoon, 13th Company, Krieg 121st Siege Regiment, said. The soldier was currently lying flat on his hospital bed, his hands obediently crossed and placed flat over his abdomen, though he still clutched his entrenching tool and refused to let go.

Tsk.

In the adjacent bed, a Cult of the Underworld priest with three broken ribs sneered, and red-haired Reina turned her head, looking mockingly at the Krieger.

"What, is the Cult's internal hospital not to your liking?"

"No."

Krieg said. Because he had been standing too close to a Greater Daemon during the previous war, the Cult diagnosed him with level-four soul pollution and required him to undergo exorcism just in case.

As a side note, there were a total of seven levels of soul pollution, and Mide did not consider what he had contracted to be an illness that required lying in bed for several days—his assigned Krieg Siege Regiment had already resumed its march after a brief reorganization.

He hoped to catch up with them and rejoin the battlefield as soon as possible.

Nor was Mide nervous because of the dim interior decor of the Cult hospital; in fact, the presence making him nervous came from the voices issuing from the room two doors down.

"Good job, soul-deprived big guy."

A low voice drilled into the Krieger's ears like a whisper, and then the Soulless Ogryn spoke.

"Wah! The boss's boss, I want to eat biscuits."

"The stock is running low. I'll pull some from my emergency rations, but don't tell anyone else."

"Okay! The boss's boss! I won't tell anyone else that the boss's boss invited me to eat biscuits!"

"..."

"Cult priest... is the Underking a god who frequently visits patients?"

Mide asked in a low voice,