The platinum-blonde girl had no such reservations. No matter how intimidating Westheid appeared, she approached at once and bowed.
"Brother?"
Westheid asked in a low voice, "What are the casualties?"
"We returned just in time. Although the defensive lines were basically riddled with holes like a sieve, not a single settlement has fallen. Casualties were kept to a minimum."
Yolanda replied immediately, "This is all to your credit."
"Heh, credit? It's just locking the barn door after the horse has bolted. I was too hasty and too careless."
Westheid sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead.
'He thought he understood Chaos well enough. After his first greedy gamble paid off handsomely, he made a second and third high-stakes bet. But in the end, Westheid couldn't predict the future. As it turned out, a completely unknown Dirt World Desolate God was enough to leave him sweating bullets. He had almost lost control of the whole situation.'
