Soldiers shaking off snow carried in stretchers one after another. Finally, a tall soldier appeared. The sleeves of the man's military uniform were stained red with blood, and a shallow laceration ran across his cheek. However, compared to the wounded soldiers around him, his injuries were minor. Still, one could tell at a glance that he was the highest-ranking officer present by the Captain's insignia shining on his shoulder and the medals on his chest. Guest reached out to the man, albeit with hesitation. In the military, that was only natural.

...I can wait until later.

He held out a hand as if to quietly restrain Guest, then turned his gaze toward the stretchers being carried in.

Treat the seriously wounded first.