I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 19 This old man isn't a good person either!
"Wow!"

"Warrant Officer John Maslow, Captain of the 14th Mobile Squadron of the 6th Battalion, 7th Army of the Imperial Magic Force, greets all officers. May the glory of the Empire be with you all."

"No need to be polite."

Inside the command post, on the throne, Dormammu couldn't help but smile as he looked at John, who was dressed neatly and bowing respectfully to him with a serious expression.

Although he was known as a rigid and serious person within the Empire, Dormammu actually thought he was the kind of person who was good at adapting.

For him, the process doesn't matter as long as the goal is achieved.

This can be seen from his behavior of rewarding John instead of punishing him for changing the task without authorization.

Therefore, he himself didn't really care much about such elaborate etiquette.

Of course, it could also be related to the people who do such things.

After all, he always unconsciously had more favor and expectations for John Maslow, the young man who had surprised him twice.

Thinking of this, the smile on his face grew even wider, and under the astonished gazes of the surrounding Seventh Legion high command, he stood up and waved to John, saying:
"Come on, John, sit next to me. Don't be shy. When the meeting starts, if you have any opinions, you can speak up and tell me directly."

"...Yes, General."

Under the envious or jealous gazes of the crowd, John felt a chill run down his spine.

But faced with his boss's enthusiastic invitation, he dared not refuse. He could only force a smile and, at the other's prompting, sit down next to him.

After John took his seat, for some reason, he suddenly felt a moment of deathly silence in the command post.

He himself even saw an expression on the face of Battalion Commander Olaf at the very end of the table that seemed to say, "You've really hit the jackpot, to be valued so highly by the general."

Honestly, I really don't want this kind of honor at all.

What's the difference between this kind of development and having the words "I am the number one lackey of the empire" engraved on my forehead?
After the Allied forces defeat the Empire, I'll definitely be dragged out and shot as a staunch Imperialist, right?
And it's the kind of machine gun that empties its magazine.

Damn it, Dormammu, you old bastard, you weren't a good person after all! I trusted you so much before!
John felt like crying, but he could feel the encouraging gaze from Colonel Jet on his left and the admiring look from Dormammu on his right.

Even though he was on pins and needles, John had no choice but to put on a calm and collected expression.

It was as if he were that proud young imperial hero himself.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, it's time to begin today's meeting."

Seeing that no one objected to his decision, Dormammu wasted no more time. He placed his fingers interlaced on the conference table, then looked at his adjutant behind him and said softly:
"Major Codd, begin your report on the current situation in the Walden region."

"Yes, General."

The adjutant, named Kod, responded in a deep voice, then stepped forward, chest out and head held high, and reported:

"Thanks to Warrant Officer John's surprise attack yesterday, and with the anti-magic device removed, our magic soldiers have completely repelled the three Allied legions and successfully occupied three towns and 17 villages in the Walden region." "Although some Allied remnants are still active in the area, given the current efficiency of our mopping-up operation, we should be able to wipe out the remaining enemy forces within about three days."

"According to current statistics, our army has captured 16 intact magical devices and taken approximately 2000 Allied soldiers prisoner in the recent operation in the Walden region, including 14 officers, the highest-ranking of whom is a brigadier general. The exact number of enemy soldiers killed is still being tallied."

"As of now, the total number of casualties among our army's magic soldiers is 1342, including 876 deaths and 466 minor and serious injuries. Among the casualties, there are 13 low-ranking commanders and 1 mid-ranking commander who were killed in action."

"The most severely damaged unit was the 13th Battalion, where Captain Baronav was stationed. All seven companies were wiped out, and the battalion has now applied to headquarters for the transfer of new members to rebuild the unit."

"In addition, the casualties of the extra-military units that came to support from the Imperial Army Headquarters are currently being tallied, and it is expected that the tally will be completed by 3:50 p.m. At that time, I will report the specific casualty situation to you as soon as possible."

"Our army is currently taking..."

"..."

Listening to Colonel Codd's melodious report, John found himself becoming drowsy under the hypnotic effect of the teacher's lecture-like style.

But reason prevailed, and he managed to suppress the urge to yawn, instead staring blankly at the conference table in front of him.

I started thinking about what kind of dinner the mess hall would prepare for tonight.

Potato stew with beef? Or a barbecue set meal?

Of course, it would be nice to have a bowl of noodles.

After all, the Empire's bread, in some ways, was as hard as a bullet.

The food I ate these past two days alone has caused my jaw muscles to start to grow uncontrollably again.

If the current main course style continues, then without a doubt, Colonel Jett with his perfect jawline is the epitome of his future.

Just as John was silently complaining to himself, at the conference table, seemingly oblivious to the daydreaming Lieutenant John, Dormammu was discussing the post-war arrangements for the Walden region with a group of high-ranking Imperial officials, and it seemed they had encountered some difficulties.

Everyone's brows were furrowed, and they all looked down at their teacups, as if they could see something amazing in them.

On the throne, Dormammu's expression was somewhat uncertain.

Just as he was about to randomly select an unlucky person and forcibly assign the task, he suddenly noticed John, who was standing calmly beside him.

Seeing the other party's bored expression, as if to say, 'If you can't even handle such a small matter, how will you shoulder the heavy responsibilities for the Empire in the future?' Dormammu's eyes immediately lit up, and then he smiled and said to the bewildered John:

"John, judging from your expression, you seem quite interested in this mission?"

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(End of this chapter)