High General Mansion.
Alexander Kingsley got out of the car; it was already early morning.
"Admiral!" the adjutant greeted politely, "Admiral, it was all due to my incompetence... that you got injured. Please punish me."
"Punishment is in order," Alexander said sternly, "Luckily, the President is awake. Otherwise, you would need to present your head."
In the First Special District, everything belongs to the President, or rather, the Crown Prince's. Look at how injured he is now?
Does it not warrant punishment?
"Go and receive your punishment yourself."
Alexander ordered thus.
Such matters absolutely cannot be ignored; military justice must be served. It should have been a firing squad! Now with military punishment, it's already lenient!
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Alexander went upstairs.
Only to find that the little rascal wasn't there.
