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

Chapter 207 An Unexpected Invitation

"Chief, it's great news, wonderful news!"

At dawn, in the office of the town lord of Bahamut, Glenn, who had just become the person in charge of the economic revitalization of Longan Territory, and was already wearing the black uniform of an imperial political official, suddenly pushed open the door of a private office.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Serbia sitting in the main seat, engrossed in reading a grimoire with an expressionless face. He placed the latest intelligence report on the battle situation in Faoken that he had just received on the table, took a deep breath, and calmed his racing heart.

He then excitedly recounted the news, his tone filled with amazement and fervor:
"Chief, Lord John has won again! Including this victory, this is Lord John's sixth victory in Faoken Bay!"

"Six consecutive victories, all of which were decisive victories against overwhelming odds. Even in the divine era of the empire a thousand years ago, such a feat would never have been achieved. It is no exaggeration to call it a miracle!"

"If nothing unexpected happens, after Lord John's victorious return from capturing Faoken, he will surely become a general!"

"He might even become a marshal!"

"This is absolutely wonderful news, a truly great thing, Chief!"

Allen spoke with great excitement, his face even turning red with involuntary flushing from the intense excitement and joy.

Although he had a premonition as early as when John led his army to support Faoken, he knew that with John's almost supernatural wisdom, the enemy would surely shine on the Faoken Gulf front.

Even he didn't expect that the other party could achieve such a terrifying record!

Glenn believed that as long as the imperial high command wasn't stupid, they would definitely reward Lord John handsomely upon his victorious return and grant him even more power!
At that time, Lord John's governing philosophy will be able to spread further, making the empire stronger and bringing true happiness to more oppressed commoners.

The document, relayed by the leader and appropriately modified to reflect the current state of the empire, has now become a source of daily reading and a goal for countless commoners in Longyan Territory.

That was the most sincere and noble dream in Lord John's heart.

Under Lord John's leadership, this could become a reality, and perhaps even create a paradise that everyone in the empire longs for!
That kind of world without oppression, without strife, where everyone can have happiness.

Just the thought of it is enough to make one feel a little moved!

Thinking of this, Glenn's eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

"So, you're bothering me for something this trivial, Glenn?"

Serbia slowly put down the grimoire in her hand, her red eyes coldly fixed on Glenn, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat. Although her tone was very calm, her words sent a chill down Glenn's spine:
"Aren't you getting a little too arrogant lately? You even have to drop everything to report to me about this trivial matter? If you really have nothing better to do, go plant rice in the fields. Besides, do you think I care about that idiot John Maslow?"

"Chief, I..."

Looking at the Serbian who was inexplicably angry, Glenn felt wronged.

When I received Lord John's good news last time, I was afraid of affecting you, so I didn't report it immediately, and as a result, you scolded me severely.

This time I learned my lesson and sent the intelligence over as soon as I received it, but you still used the excuse of disturbing your progress to cause me trouble.

So, in relationships, whatever I do is wrong, right?

I think you probably feel that the position Sir John assigned me is higher than yours, and that's why you're deliberately making things difficult for me out of a sense of inequality.

Glenn thought to himself, "What kind of look is that? Want to get punched? Get lost! I can't stand your clothes, so don't bother me!"

Serbia snorted coldly, and before the aggrieved Glenn could even take the battle report and leave, Serbia, noticing Glenn's movement, paused slightly, then spoke with feigned nonchalance:

"Just leave that damn battle report there. I'll take a look at it when I have time."

Then, seemingly realizing that his words had been a bit too deliberate, Servia pretended to be very busy and continued flipping through the magic book, while simultaneously defending himself:
"Well, seeing how that idiot courts death is a good pastime for me."

"...Yes, Chief."

Glenn glanced at the 'busy' leader with a complicated expression, but he knew that revealing the fact that the leader was a stubborn tsundere would only bring him some kind of benefit, except that the leader would kick him in the rage and leave him half-paralyzed.

Glenn immediately accepted the advice and left the office.

"Squeak!"

Almost the instant Glenn left the office, Serbia, who was flipping through the spellbook he had already learned, stopped reading it.

After listening carefully to the footsteps and confirming that Glenn had gone far away, she leaned out and took the intelligence document from the desk, then began to read it carefully.

After seeing the above description of John leading his troops to defeat Roxie on the Dark Corridor front and then leading his army to raid and capture Blue Lake City.

She nodded in satisfaction, but outwardly remained defiant, saying:
"Six-fold Allied Forces? Hmph, that's just so-so. However, being able to defeat that Morning Star shows you have some ability, though it's only a little bit!"

After realizing that John, that idiot, hadn't killed himself on that battlefield, Serbia simply stuffed the intelligence report into his desk drawer.

He then planned to get up and leave the office to go to the farmland outside the town of Bahamut to check on the recent crop cultivation.

But before she could even move, the previously closed door was pushed open again.

But this time, what caught Serbia's eye was not Glenn, who had just left, but two magic soldiers wearing the uniforms of the Third Air Force Group.

However, unlike what I remembered, there was a simple carriage-like structure behind the two magic soldiers.

What is this...

Serbia was filled with doubt as he looked at the suddenly arriving magic soldier.

Just as she was pondering the intentions of these two magic soldiers, their next words instantly stunned her:
"Serbia Lancelot is the acting political officer, right? Marshal Dormammu has sent the two of us to take you to the Earl's mansion. Right now, the Marshal has important matters to discuss with you!"

"!"

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　I'm experiencing writer's block. I'll only post 2,000 words for now. I've been too busy moving and packing lately, so I haven't had much time to write. I'll try to catch up on the missed chapters after I finish moving on the 11th.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)