The Commander of the Home Base Capital, General Reynold Hewitt Preston, was standing in the guard post beside the Tower of Heroes. He stared at the soldiers that were slowly entering the city. The soldiers were wearing the uniform of the Guards with the badge of the Capital Security Division. They dispersed in the city area from all main roads. Reynold almost yawned in boredom. It was already past eleven. At this time, he usually would already be lying on the bed and doing the things that were only described in erotic novels with his young wife.
After thinking about this, the commander took a distasteful glance at the pale Head of Secret Service Department. Rudolf Hoss had his arms crossed and lips quirked. He seemed to be smiling. However, with his strange moan, the situation was worse than crying.
