Eureka was still pondering over the role of the political commissar in the Alliance Army when a call woke him from his reverie.
"Eureka Pambos?"
Eureka raised his head a bit uncomfortably, as it was rare in his life to be called by his name like that.
Of course, he still knew it was him being called.
Standing not far from him was a woman wearing a long black coat, bearing a strange insignia, and a short dagger at her waist.
Despite her small stature, her sharp eyes sent a chill down his spine.
Eureka stood up without speaking, his intention clear.
The lady, who didn't seem to be a military person but appeared to be someone special in the military, continued, "Come with me."
So, Eureka followed her to a temporary room within the prisoner-of-war camp, where he met a man who always seemed to be smiling.
The man stood up to greet them as soon as they pushed the door open.