On the outskirts of the city, a private vineyard, a secret police stronghold.
Heinz sat in the room, sipping coffee across a tea table with a slender man in a military uniform.
"The people brought in for reinforcement are all elites from the Royal Guard," said the man as he lifted his coffee cup, "His Majesty values this mission highly and will not let you, Commander, be at a disadvantage in terms of manpower."
"Having Lieutenant Colonel you to support me is an indication I've disappointed His Majesty," Heinz said, his expression unchanged but his tone unusually grave.
"Commander, don't overthink it, His Majesty simply sent me to assist you," the Lieutenant Colonel smiled, "Sooner or later, we will all be working under your command. The current situation in the country requires our joint efforts."
"I should have been relieving His Majesty of concerns; instead, I have troubled him, which is truly shameful," Heinz remarked with a sigh, glancing at the man before him.
