There was clamor outside of the tent. Nail, who lay on the ground in a daze, turned his head to see that the thick curtain had been lifted by a corner and that His Excellency Iron Axe was bending down into the tent.
"Co-commander." He had never expected that the commander of the First Army would come to visit him. He quickly sat up straight and saluted.
"No need for etiquette." Iron Axe walked to his bedside and sat down, crossing his legs. "How's your injury?"
"It doesn't matter. Only two teeth were broken." Nail touched his swollen cheek. "I'm not that hurt."
"All right." Iron Axe then added, "Miss Nana has been so busy these days that, and since your wound wasn't too severe, you'll be recovering on your own. When the rescue is over, you can inquire and see Baron Pine to repair your teeth, and the First Army will pay for it."
