The world doesn't need succubus to save

Grand Duke Hanthorn only let himself go with those people, let her witness with her own eyes, and didn't say anything else.

And what Eberron did was to add an additional condition to his words.

It didn't violate the will of Grand Duke Coldthorn, and at the same time, he could protect his own safety.

Although, that was cheating the squad to a certain extent.

Even though Eberron has always hated lying like a nobleman, but for the safety of his own life, Eberron still has to tell such a lie.

If they really wanted to go to the bloody battle zone at all costs, they would definitely not refuse such a price.

Even if it means that they will devote part of their energy to protecting a "oil bottle".

No, if it is in line with my noble status, it should be a "porcelain vase" that is fancy or not.

Thinking self-deprecatingly, Eberron shook his head slightly.

But to Eberron's surprise, after pondering for a while, Andrew did not give a clear answer, but evaded apologetically:

"...I'm sorry, Ms. Eberron, regarding this request, I have no way to give you an answer right now."

Ok?
"No, you don't seem to understand that this is not a request, but a requirement that must be fulfilled."

"Don't worry, I fully understand the request of Grand Duke Hanthorn, but... I still need to inform my teammates and discuss with them before I can give you an answer."

Keenly aware that something was wrong, Eberron narrowed his eyes.

"Aren't you the captain? Don't you have the right to make decisions about things like this?"

Eberron felt that things were a little different from what she thought. Andrew didn't seem to have as much control over this team as he imagined.

Although Anthony's status is high, but that guy has always been bad, and there will definitely be no objections to this kind of thing...

No, if he heard that there was a woman joining, he would even raise his hands in favor, [-]% would agree.

And the remaining two masked judges should not refuse the request of the legendary Grand Duke Coldthorn of the Trial House...

So, why did Andrew hesitate?

Looking at the frowning Eberron, Andrew shook his head with some trouble, and after thinking for a while, he said carefully:
"Ma'am, please forgive me if I have offended you, please allow me to ask you a question..."

Staring at Eberron seriously, he asked softly:
"You, have you never actually been on the battlefield?"

thump.

Although Eberron didn't answer, the slight sound of her feet had already exposed her heart completely.

"Oh, that's really the case... I think I understand a little bit what Grand Duke Hanthorn asked you to follow us."

Nodding his head in understanding, Andrew sighed softly.

"Ms. Eberron, although you are at the forefront, with all due respect, you don't seem to understand what a real battlefield is."

"You say I don't understand the battlefield!?"

The anger that had been vented before was ignited again, and Eberron stood up abruptly, glaring at Andrew.

"Those data, those command strategies, those report documents... which one is not my participation? If I don't know the battlefield, who knows?"…

Could it be that legendary executioner who only knows how to stay in his room all day and never go out! ?

"What do you know, I..."

"Sorry, please wait a little longer."

Raising his hand interrupted Eberron's passionate words, obviously the words were as gentle as before, but it made Lafaya's eyes move slightly behind Eberron.

Something has changed.

Lifting his head calmly, Andrew looked at the angry lady whose wound had been touched, and said softly:

"Please don't be angry, I'm not insulting you, I'm just saying... Ms., you really lack some necessary knowledge."

Yes, when he understood the problem with Eberron, Andrew chose another way to deal with it.

Andrew shed his aristocratic disguise and revealed his original Raven side from the Inquisition.

"I didn't deny your ability to command and process data. At this point, as a former clerk, I know very well how good you are."

"However, even if you know that knowledge, it doesn't mean you really understand the cruelty of the battlefield."

Pressing his hands down, Andrew signaled Eberron to sit down.

"In this way, I don't know if you know that there is a special tradition in the order of command of the Overwatch Society?"

"Tradition?"

Nodding, Andrew smiled and explained:

"In the Overwatch Society's system, unlike combat sequences, all command sequences are cultivated internally."

Soldiers can be absorbed from the outside world, but commanders can only be cultivated by themselves.

"Do you know what is the last assessment for those command line reserve personnel to become full members?"

With some admiration for the person who made this decision at the beginning, Andrew said with some emotion:
"They will no longer act as commanders, but as executors to complete a task in person."

what?
Eberron, who sat down again, wanted to stand up again, but in the end he restrained his impulse and asked suspiciously:
"... Isn't this nonsense? The training they received shouldn't do this kind of thing, right?"

"Yeah, that's really pretty nonsense."

Straightforwardly agreeing with Eberron's doubts, Andrew smiled and said:

"As you expected, there are indeed many reserve soldiers who did not pass the final assessment, and even died during the assessment... But, through the command sequence of those assessments, do you know how they are different from you now?"

Squinting his eyes, Eberron stared at Andrew, and said slowly:

"You don't mean to say that you have been on the battlefield? Could that kind of mission be considered a battlefield?"

Are you kidding me?
Shaking his head, Andrew shrugged and said with a smile:
"No, of course not. Those tasks are not very difficult after all. Any first-order awakened person can easily solve them."

Suddenly, the smile on Andrew's face disappeared, and his eyes became dark and cold.

Eberron:! ! ?

Staring at the panicked recording officer, the crow whispered hoarsely:
"They... understand what death is."

The piercing killing intent enveloped Eberron's body, making her almost forget to breathe.

Like a crow hovering in the shadow of the endless night, Andrew looked at the tense noble lady and said indifferently:
"And you, even if you are afraid because of the written death data, it doesn't mean you really understand."

click.

And the moment Lafaya was about to lift his footsteps, the terrifying killing intent dissipated immediately, and Andrew immediately returned to his previous gentle and noble appearance.

As if nothing happened, Andrew calmly looked at Eberron, who was panting hard, and said in a gentle voice:
"If you just plan to join us on the battlefield with this level of awareness..."

He looked at Eberron with regret.

It was like a crow looking at a carcass that was about to stink and decay.

Andrew gently declared:
"You will die."