"Commander, this morning over three hundred people escaped."
For their team, over three hundred was already quite a number. After all, if it were any more, even if the commander were blind, he would have noticed. However, the mass escape of so many people was truly a disgrace.
Coscola had long been prepared to bear this stigma himself.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Coscola could thoroughly cleanse the dregs within the army.
Although it might tarnish his reputation a little, as a commander, these were responsibilities he had to bear. As long as the army became stronger in the future, this bit of blemish wouldn't matter at all.
As long as his master believed in him, Coscola didn't think anything would happen to him.
He even considered the possibility that because he took the blame, his master might reward him.
Thinking about those rewards and the chance he might advance further, Coscola felt no unease at all.
