"What did you just say?!"
An unprecedented, deafening scream comparable to a cannon blast nearly overturned the tent, with Brynhild's high-pitched shriek causing those behind her to cast surprised glances. The fact that the normally strict, high-discipline Major Brynhild would lose her composure in such a way was beyond their comprehension.
However, this shock paled in comparison to the astonishment the elves felt when Li Lin returned to the camp alone, drank a cup of tea as if nothing had happened, and casually announced his extraordinary actions with an incredibly calm tone.
"Sir? May I confirm what you just said?"
Brynhild's strange intonation and rigid expression emanated an unmistakable and irresistible aura of dominance, her overwhelming frustration and dissatisfaction appearing ready to erupt into an emotional storm aimed squarely at their indifferent supreme commander.
