Then, under the gazes of thousands of Night Doctors, Lynn neatly put on the brand-new Night Doctor uniform. Apart from the rustling of his clothes, the entire gathering was so silent that a pin could have been heard dropping.
"..."
At last.
"Reporting to Officer Awen! Fully dressed! Awaiting your orders, meow!"
Lynn stood at attention and shouted.
With so many people here, he certainly couldn't act as casually as before. After all, everyone present was the elite of the elite. He had to show some basic military discipline.
Sir Comfort took a deep breath and said, "Don't join the ranks. Grab a little folding stool from the side and sit by yourself."
"Yes, sir!"
Lynn turned and carried over a little folding stool. Under thousands of watchful gazes, he followed Sir Awen's orders and sat beside the podium with Alice in his arms.
One high, one low.
A little folding stool stood beside the podium.
For a moment, the atmosphere grew even stranger.
Then, amid that strange atmosphere, Sir Awen suppressed a certain ball-aching sensation and continued delivering his mobilization speech to all the Night Doctors present.
But it was very clear that the Night Doctors could no longer focus on the podium.
Whenever they looked forward, the first thing they inevitably saw was Lynn sitting ramrod straight on his little folding stool right beside the podium, listening with perfect seriousness while holding a little girl in his arms. His mere presence was a powerful source of distraction.
Fortunately, Sir Awen had more than enough mental fortitude.
He methodically finished everything he needed to say, then took a deep breath and said:
"Go and make your preparations. Wait for my orders, then we'll set out. Dismissed!"
"Yes, sir!"
With a perfectly synchronized shout, the disciplined Night Doctor force dispersed.