She wasn't joking.
Many in the army had already begun discussing the chief's transformation after arriving at the Oasis.
Esinvig's penchant for drink was common knowledge, and the leader's alcoholism had brought them quite a few problems in the past.
At times like this, the chief would have usually rounded up a few familiar faces from the Rebel Army's leaders and members and found a place to drink himself into oblivion.
But this time, since arriving at Oasis, the chief hadn't touched a drop of alcohol.
Not only that, he had also become much more thoughtful, idly standing atop the tower dome, overlooking the entire city—something reserved for those enigmatic individuals fond of deep mysteries, and it didn't suit their chief one bit.
"I understand, thank you for your hard work."
"It's been tough."
Finally, Aishi dropped the polite "I'm fine" and said, "Chief, there's something I'm not sure whether I should say."
"Hmm?"
"Can you come down from the tower?"
