Visiting Sutherland (12)

The festival’s main event, the dance performance, had been cut short after just one song. All around it, the residents were worked up, chanting, “Great Saint-sama! Great Saint-sama!” No matter how you looked at it, this was an emergency.

Whenever something unusual happened, it was immediately reported to the person in charge. And the more responsible they were, the more likely they were to come and see the situation for themselves.

I see, I see. ...That really is textbook behavior for a capable person in charge.

Seeing Commander Cyril rush to the scene without missing a moment, just as things had reached their worst and the crowd had become a boiling cauldron of excitement, I thought, “That’s our commander.”

Still, as capable as he was, I couldn’t help wishing he’d come after the excitement had died down a little. It would have been easier on both his nerves and mine. I found myself resenting my superior’s excessive competence.

Sure enough, the instant Commander Cyril spotted me at the center of the commotion, his expression turned into that of a Demon King.

Eeeeeeek!

He’s angry! He’s definitely angry! I’m absolutely going to get scolded!

As a last act of resistance, I tried hiding behind Commander Curtis.

Commander Cyril didn’t hesitate in the slightest. He walked straight toward us, though his steps were a little rougher than usual...