"Andrey. Favreau trained you well, but that's what happened. A smile welled up on his face. But do you know what I just mean? He asked.

"Yes, Major, I know." Jonny told him.

"Then speak up and stop acting like a damn honor guard."

"You hate politicians, so you hate them too, and your children too, Major." Jonny speaks with his eyes in direct sight, trying to make himself appear neither humble nor arrogant.

"That's a good idea." With a smile on his face, Petowski habitually smashed his mouth, suddenly as if he felt that something was missing, and then opened the drawer in front of him, took out a chewing gum and threw it into his mouth.

"Excuse me, Major." Roger. Clark finally couldn't help it at this time.

"Request denied." Petowski said directly without thinking about it.

"I heard they gave you a nickname called 'Politician'?" He smiled at Jonny. "Of course, I think it might have something to do with your father...... Or ......" The major deliberately dragged out his tone. "The incomprehensible mind, the unraveling disguise, and the strange, incomprehensible, maturity beyond the age group...... It's obviously going to make people feel a subtle fear of you......" Petowski chewed on the candy and looked at Johnny with a grin, who only then met his eyes, and keenly saw a hint of sadness in his nonchalant eyes.

"Those damn useless courses are great to pass the time, but you have to put a lot of effort into it, and being in the top three shows that you are very smart, I can give you this, but it is too early to say that you will definitely become a great pilot from this." He smiled and announced his judgment to Jonny.

"Flying in a vacuum, shuttling through the flames of war, facing unknown opponents, the boundary between life and death is only between breaths...... As the profession with the highest death rate and the worst death rate in the navy, I don't think you or the hero next to you have fully realized this. Maybe you've never made this kind of plan, but your brilliant military school resume and service record are a good hole card for your future career......"

"Again I beg to speak, Major!" Roger started yelling again.

"Request denied!" Petowski didn't look at his waving hand.

"Okay, I've been talking about yours for a long time, and now it's me." His aggressive eyes were always fixed on Jonny. "What you just said at the door sounds like you know me very well, so now give you a chance to tell me what you know?" The Major rested his hands on his chest and leaned back in his chair, smiling at the corners of his mouth, interested in the awkwardness of the son of a soon-to-be politician.

But to his surprise, Jonny, who had been keeping his face tight, still stood straight, he didn't seem to be affected by Petowiski's words at all, but the slightly raised chin betrayed his stubbornness.

"Death's darling......" he whispered suddenly.

"What did you say?" Petowski didn't seem to hear for a moment, and he frowned and stared at Johnny.

"I'm talking about the darling of the Grim Reaper, Major, it was an article in the 'Black Curve' column a year ago, from your experience of going from the 'Death Scythe' squadron to the self-built 'Death Wings', those predecessors who were in the same group as you died one by one in a vacuum, and the Dark God has been favoring you......"

"Shut up!" Petowski didn't expect Jonny to hit the nightmare in his heart. He saw that the latter immediately obeyed, but the expression on his face did not change in any way, which not only made him frown at first, but then relaxed after a few seconds.

"I'm underestimating you......" he admitted. Then let's open the skylight and speak brightly...... but before he could speak, Roger spoke to him.

"Excuse me, Major." This is the third time that the blonde has applied to speak to Petowski.

"Okay, okay, let's fart!" The Major finally let him continue, impatiently.

"If you think Jonny is a man of his own words, you don't have to, Major, I've been with him for three years, and I'm familiar with his character. Jonny doesn't say much, everything he does is from the heart, and he hates politics, and it was entirely his own decision to come to Balier, and as far as I know, the tension between their father and son has been going on for some years, and I can assure you, Major, that he ......" Roger had just said this when he was interrupted by a wave of Petowiski's hand.

"I don't care if his character is good or bad." He announced to Roger. "This is not the first time I've dealt with a guy of your type, who thinks he knows everything but is cunning, and will do anything to save his life, including hurting his companions, and what I fear is that this fear will eventually come true."

"I'll keep an eye on you, Kent, whether or not this face is your final mask, but as soon as you show your feet, I promise you that I'll do everything I can to kick you out of Balyl, and if you don't believe me, you can frame my words on the wall as proof." He looked at Johnny with a smile, chewing gum in his mouth.

"I'll make you change your mind, Major." Jonny still had his head held high.

"Well, please try as much as you can." Petowski pursed the corners of his lips and ignored Jonny no longer, but turned his head to look at Roger. Clarke.

"Hey, you." He was unceremonious. "So to maintain this irritating boy, must be planning to be his wingman in the future?" He asked.

"Wingman?" Hearing this, Roger looked at the instructor in front of him in surprise.

"You don't even know that?" Petowski grimaced. "The eternal tradition of the Silver Alliance Navy, the stupid standard of the scourge, haven't they taught you anything in the past six months? It's just brainwashing you all day long? ”

Roger couldn't answer his question, so he had to hesitate and half-open his mouth.

"Then I'll teach you this first lesson." Petowski suddenly became excited and pointed at Roger.

"What do you mean...... Oh yes, you're a full guard! He said.