The crowd was stunned into sobriety. They managed to suppress their excitement, but their eyes remained fixed on Lynch, burning with fervor.
Lynch waited until they were completely silent before continuing in a flat tone, "The Chief stopped by the garrison, had some tea, and chatted with me for a while. And then, he left."
Left?!
The dungeon fell silent once more.
Expressions of confusion and bewildered disbelief appeared on everyone's faces. Fritz's eyes widened, a hint of despair even showing through.
'The Chief came in person, and then... just left?'
'Does that mean... he's completely abandoned us?'
"Listen up." Lynch's voice turned abruptly cold. "Don't expect the Legion to come save you. And don't even think the Holy Light Church will go to great lengths for a few misbehaving scoundrels like you. They're not about to have a falling out with me—a battalion commander with real authority, who guards the border and has just won numerous battle honors."
