"Major General Rafiq, what is this…?" Amalia was momentarily stunned.
In her past life, as an interstellar mercenary who had always been at odds with the military, she had never imagined a day when so many soldiers would salute her at once.
"Major General Rafiq, is this the result of your month-long preparation?" Kenny Lin's voice suddenly rang out, laced with amusement.
Major General Rafiq showed no sign of embarrassment.
He merely smiled. "Of course not. This is just the most basic of drills. They've trained for this before, so it only took them half an hour to get it right."
"More importantly, we wanted to express our gratitude to the two of you. Without you, we wouldn't be here today. These Cosmorite Mechas were given to us by you, after all. From now on, you have full command over them—they will obey your orders without question."
"Major General Rafiq, are you saying this ten-thousand-strong mecha army is mine?"