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Bordeaux:  "That giant, raging idiot!" Bordeaux was shouting his lungs out in Wilhelm’s personal quarters. He vented his frustration on a desk, which broke in half, and a variety of awards lay scattered around the room. This was not exactly behavior becoming of a commanding officer, yet it was not enough to placate Bordeaux’s anger.
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Narration:  Beside the enraged officer, Grimm silently set a hand on the devastated desk. From inside what was left of it, he picked up an emblem—the dragon crest of a knight. The disk also contained a note, on which was written just one word. Sorry. It was simple, unadorned—very much the sort of thing the rather boorish Sword Devil would come up with. Wilhelm Trias had removed the badge of his station and left the capital with only his sword in hand. It may not have seemed very cultivated. But as the Sword Devil, it was his answer.