Bab 1110: Punished Instead Of Praised?

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Once we returned to the mothership, I wasn't greeted with more cheers, congratulatory messages, or people thanking me for what I have done. No, my Warrior Machine was taken away from me, and there were five robots standing around me, while a woman with short blonde hair and sharp silver eyes stood in front of me.

Her clothes alone told me she was of a higher rank than everyone else here, in fact, there was a small silver colored plate attached to her military-looking jacket.

It said [Security Guard Officer: Henriette Star (C Rank)].

"Blake Goathorn, isn't it?"

"Yes, miss Security Guard Officer…"

I looked around, the giant machines, resembling Warrior Machines but much smaller, without their armor plating, but looking strong enough to easily subdue a man, glared at me.