Captain Sander filled in the explanation in Jihl's stead. As always, he was incredibly dependable, and Faith gave him a nod of appreciation.
"And about Wilde,"
The captain was about to continue his report when the door suddenly burst open from the outside with a loud slam.
"Captain! I can't do this anymore! Please, do something!"
Vice-Captain Cymet with his disheveled orange hair came rushing in while holding a bawling child in his arms.
Everyone in the room turned to look at him.
The small child he was desperately holding so as not to drop was twisting and struggling with all his strength, trying to escape Cymet's grasp. His long tail was puffed up, flailing left and right with wet slapping sounds. He was a beastmen child, with dog ears and not even a full hundred centimeters tall.
"He's been like this nonstop! No matter what I say, he won't listen at all!"
Cymet's face, pleading for help, was covered with bright red scratch marks.
