Chapter 393: The Worst Torture (6)
Four months had passed since then.
"Today is a happy day! I am able to welcome so many new and capable subordinates!"
As Lt. Colonel Bastille wept tears of joy, a small ceremony was taking place in Nouvelle Vague.
It was called a promotion.
Although it was not a formal promotion ceremony held once a year, it had everything needed for a simple promotion ceremony.
As everyone applauded, the newest candidates for the promotion walked up to the podium.
Lieutenant Colonel Bastille, the officer in charge of the promotion ceremony, tearfully embraced each and every one of them.
But it was Garm, or rather, Vikir, who he hugged the hardest and longest.
"Congratulations, Captain Garm Nord!"
Originally a Lieutenant, Garm Nord had been promoted two ranks to Captain.
It was an unconventional promotion, almost unheard of among lower ranking guards.