บท 279: Meeting the Commander of the PMC

Amelia walked briskly down the corridor, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The officer she was escorting, Lieutenant Colonel Richards, strode confidently beside her, his military insignia gleaming on his crisp gray uniform. Their mission was a delicate one - to establish a private military presence in the Joseon Kingdom, a historic land known for its rich culture and traditions.

As they approached the heavy wooden door, Amelia straightened her posture and rapped her knuckles against the solid surface. The door swung open, revealing a spacious office.

Poul looked up from his desk, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the new arrival.

Poul's gaze lingered on the tall, commanding figure standing in the doorway. The man appeared to be in his early forties, with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes that exuded a sense of authority. His uniform clung to his athletic frame, emphasizing his confidence and strength.