"Good." Iron Marshal gave a firm nod after hearing their response before continuing, "As for yesterday's incident, leave it to the rescue team to handle. As for the rest…" His voice gradually turned ice cold, "Once again... do not mess this up. If, by any chance, another Hell's Gate opens within our division, Commander 2 and Commander 3 will personally deal with it."
His sharp gaze slowly shifted toward the two commanders standing in silence.
Although it would double their workload and place enormous pressure on their shoulders, neither of them voiced a single complaint.
They had failed.
This was their punishment.
'We should be glad he didn't throw us into the tournament instead,' Jonathan thought, feeling a small wave of relief wash over him despite the grim situation.
"Understood, Iron Marshal."
Commander 2 and Commander 3 saluted without hesitation, their metallic gauntlets striking their chests with a heavy clang as they accepted the order.
