Next, police officers stood up one after another, equally removing their hats and saying: "Sir, we're sorry!"
"Sorry?"
Arthur's face abruptly turned serious, the smile vanishing: "Gentlemen, I did not come here to hear your apologies. We gather here, not to wallow in past failures, but to draw strength from them and make our success even more dazzling! And you, you bunch of idiots, what are you doing? Straighten your backs for me!"
Arthur's shout echoed through the empty street of Whitehall, like a law, an indescribable belief. For some reason, each police officer present drew strength from it, supporting them to straighten their backs like a sharp sword.
Arthur took a step, hand on the Sword of Honor, circling their formation.
