What the Director Cherishes Most

Temporary encampment of the 1st Tank Battalion.

The atmosphere was murderous. Mechanics ran around in a panic, and Major Frederica von Kessel stood in the middle of it all.

"Which bastard did this?"

She held a monkey wrench in her hand. The cool, composed elite officer was nowhere to be seen; she looked ready to crack someone's skull at any moment.

Three civilian truck drivers knelt before her, bound with ropes.

"Who put you up to this? Where did you load this sugar water?!"

"W-we don't know! They loaded it at the post office's supply warehouse, so we just brought it here!"

"Don't lie! Do you think this is a toy?!"

The moment Frederica raised the wrench, I grabbed her wrist.

"Calm down, Major."...