"Hmph!"
Freya, whose mood was spoiled, spat and said seriously:
"I've found a secret remedy for the common cold, and now I need to try it on this kid as soon as possible."
"Treatment?"
Nidhogg scratched his cheek with his empty left hand and showed no signs of letting go with the right hand that was holding Freya's collar. The boy was suspended above the floor, holding onto a female lieutenant colonel with a petite figure in a comical image.
Freya's words contained several suspicious parts, and in order to ensure the safety of Roland and himself, Nidhogg carefully questioned:
"Lieutenant Colonel, your field of expertise is intelligence integration and battle command. I don't remember you ever studying medicine or seriously learning medical knowledge beyond first aid. Besides, Roland's treatment has always been personally managed by the Colonel, and I haven't received any orders regarding you taking over."
[Your enthusiasm is suspicious]
