Chapitre 193: Preposterous Boast

"The Butcher Regiment is willing to go for the frontlines at this very moment. "

A solid, crisp, and clean voice broke the awkward silence of the room. The speaker instantly became the center of attention. A vacant young man sitting in a nondescript captain chair in some crowded corner. 

Seamus's face was expressionless as he faced all the intense gazes thrown at him. He knew what he was saying, he knew what would be the aftereffect of it but there was zero hesitation on his face. 

As he expected, like the absolute 'still' pond being disturbed by a single pebble, the whole room went into unrest by various discussions. Seamus didn't pay any attention to these talks, his eyes were only following the three seniors, who here had the power to make decisions. 

"Who is he? What is this Butcher regiment? How can he be showing off at this moment?"

"Does he not realize what he is saying? Look, he is sitting in the junior section..."