The Imperial Army emerged from the portal.
What greeted Mattew's sight were several people who adorned the Imperial Army combat uniform.
Their presence had left Matthew intimidated.
The one who took the initiative was the woman with pale–white hair and ice–blue eyes.
"Are you perhaps, Matthew?"
Matthew seemed to have been taken aback by the beautiful woman's appearance.
And he in fact was, as he stammered.
"Y-Yes."
She was beautiful.
A goddess even.
He had never seen anyone as beautiful as her before.
Then, the woman stepped forward.
"I'm General Belle Locke.
"Uh—Ah. Okay, I'm Matthew Jaune."
Belle nodded her head at his words and he scanned the other members.
Then, his gaze lingered on the woman with striking red hair and golden eyes.
Another beauty.
"Greetings."
The woman nodded her head.
"I'm Lieutenant General, Artoria Watson."