“Are you the bastard?” Siegfried asked after kicking down the commanding bridge’s door.

“B-Bastard…? What are you talking about?!”

“I’m asking if you’re the bastard that fired at Stellarlumen Mine.”

“Stellarlumen Mine…? Ah! You must be talking about that misfire yesterday!” the commander remembered his mistake. He then continued. “Yes, one of the soldiers under my command made a mistake and fired at Stellarlumen Mine.”

“So you’re the culprit…” Siegfried muttered with a smile.

“So what about it? It was a misfire! Besides, we have already shelled that place in our initial artillery strikes, so there was probably nobody—”

“My subordinates were there.”

“…!”

“We were conducting restoration works over there.”

“Restoration works…?”

“Twenty casualties in total. Eleven are dead, and the nine are…”

“…?”

“Two lost their arm, one lost both of his legs, one had his face ripped to shreds by shrapnel, one had debris lodged into his abdomen and is still fighting for his life, three suffered serious burns that melted their skin, and one lost their eye after a shrapnel pierced it.” Siegfried recited the dead and the wounded’s injuries without forgetting a single...