"What's wrong?" Seeing Winters holding the doorknob without moving, Moritz's expression was somewhat complex, "You called me back, not just to help you take the blame, right?"
"Of course not," Winters replied with righteousness and solemnity. "The information about the unidentified spell user must be explained by you personally."
"Sooner or later this day would come," Moritz chuckled lightly, saying leisurely, "There's no escape."
The colonel seemed forthright, but in reality, he had completely given up struggling, known colloquially as—a dead mouse no longer fears the cold.
Unable to escape, Winters steeled himself and knocked on the door.
A rich male voice came from the room: "Please come in."
Winters stiffly pushed open the door, doing his best to greet calmly and casually, "Colonel Buka Chino... Your alias is rather casual."
Following behind and entering the room, Colonel Moritz stood erect and saluted seriously: "General."
