Bab 6070: The Taste of Failure

"This is a mess."

A certain Swordmaster glowered as she stood before an armored cell door.

The corridor of the brig of the Wild Torch was dimly lit, as if to evoke the atmosphere of a dungeon. The lack of lighting and the abundance of shadows made most people who entered this department feel as if they had entered an anachronistic dungeon.

In reality, the main reason why the brig was dimly lit was because it was never used. The Larkinsons were extraordinarily well-behaved, and everyone assigned to Task Force Solus consisted of professional servicemen. There were relatively few civilians who accompanied their family members, and they were not the sort of people who misbehaved on a ship with a ubiquitous monitoring system.

At most, the brig occasionally came into use when a bunch of drunken hotheads got into a fight, or when a few feuding rivals went a little too far in their sparring matches.