The situation was under control.
As the training proceeded according to Roman Dmitry's command, the leaders of the US special forces looked at each other with serious expressions.
At their center.
Was Richard, who had been given full authority over this training.
“... To be honest, I don't really know what's going on. The full might of the United States, mobilized against a single White Mage. I believe His Majesty, Emperor Roman Dmitry, wouldn't issue a pointless order, but I also don't think we'll lose to just one person in such a ridiculous training exercise.”
Even as he spoke, he felt offended.
He could somewhat understand Roman Dmitry, but even Kim Pan-seok showed an attitude that seemed to look down on the US military.
His stomach churned.
The people in this room acknowledged that the United States had been relegated to the second-in-command position, but it was still a country that was once called the world's greatest power.
Its strength did not weaken overnight.
They still possessed considerable power, and in this situation of being disrespected, Richard glanced at Kim Pan-seok.
It was absurd.
Seeing Kim Pan-seok making no preparations for the training, Richard lowered his voice and spoke murderously.