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

Chapter 98 Wolf, you deserve to die!

With the death of Baron Micah, the trial came to a complete end.

After arranging for personnel to handle the execution scene and entrusting the trial of the remaining individuals with less serious crimes to the loyal Sergeant Hawke, the case proceeded smoothly.

John then took Wendy, who was looking resentful for not being able to make Baron Micah fly, back to the town hall and began discussing the future development plans for Longan Territory with Glenn, who had already finished his official business.

In the blink of an eye, a day has passed.

John, who woke up early, had breakfast and then called Glenn to go to the farmland outside Bahamut town for a field survey.

Let's see if we can improve the agricultural economy of Longyanling by increasing grain production or changing crops to be more suitable for the local soil.

While he was inquiring about the specific crop yield with a group of farmers in the fields, Lieutenant Wendy arrived and told him some unexpected news:

"Captain, we just received an urgent call from headquarters. General Dormammu wants you to go to the troop headquarters immediately, saying there is an urgent mission."

"what?"

Upon hearing Wendy's words, Major John, whose face was covered in mud, immediately looked up from the field, his expression full of confusion.

……

Meanwhile, an hour earlier, in Walden Territory, the bustling city hall of Kroni was bathed in the morning light.

The once utterly silent city hall was suddenly filled with Dormammu's deep voice:

"I disagree with this application."

At the head of the table, Dormammu, with his silver hair, stared coldly at the Imperial Major General in front of him, who was wearing the uniform of the Imperial Second Air Force. He was tall and had long, flowing hair. With a faint smile, he exuded a somewhat effeminate air.

Upon recalling the words the other party had just uttered, Dormammu's usually impassive face now revealed a rare hint of anger, his tone chilling and filled with murderous intent:
"Major General Conrad Slevin, the Third Army is my unit. I don't believe you have the authority to deploy the soldiers under my command. You seem to be overstepping your authority!"

"Snapped!"

"I apologize, Marshal Dormammu, I forgot to tell you. I am here on behalf of the Imperial Military Affairs Department to give you instructions. Also, this is the Military Affairs Department's order for the transfer of Major John. It has been approved by His Excellency the Grand Marshal. You can take a look now if you don't believe me."

Major General Conrad was not annoyed, but instead snapped his fingers at his adjutant behind him with a smile.

The other party immediately understood, and then, under Dormammu's gloomy gaze, presented a light-colored document with an official seal to the newly appointed Air Marshal of the Empire.

"..."

Looking at the transfer order for John Maslow written in black and white, Dormammu was furious and wanted to tear it to shreds, but reason prevailed and he restrained the impulse.

He took a deep breath, and then, under Conrad's amused gaze, said in a deep voice:
"Since the Western Front has just ended, the Third Air Force Group is currently in the process of reorganization. Major John's 1st Battalion is short-handed and has not yet completed its corresponding organizational structure, and does not have the corresponding support capabilities. Therefore, I request that this transfer order be rejected and reviewed again by the Department of Military Affairs."

"Marshal Dormammu, I'm afraid that won't work."

Conrad chuckled and shook his head, ignoring Dormammu's terrifying gaze that seemed to want to tear him apart. He reached up to touch his chin, feigning deep thought, but his eyes were filled with mockery as he looked at Dormammu.
"Because this time I received a mandatory order from the Ministry of Military Affairs that I must personally watch Major John and his troops board that warship, and that they must depart within three days and arrive at the Imperial base in Faoken within the next fifteen days to rendezvous with Lieutenant General Dolan's troops."

"Although I was quite surprised and shocked that Major John was unable to complete the reorganization of the 1st Battalion due to unforeseen circumstances, I am aware that this was not within my scope of duties."

"So, although it's regrettable, I must follow the mission procedures and get Major John onto the ship no matter what."

"If you have any objections, you can report them to the Imperial Central Military Affairs Department, or even to His Majesty the Emperor. If I can get notification from my superiors, then I don't mind following their orders."

As if he had thought of something amusing, Major General Conrad's smile grew even wider:
"So, what do you intend to do, Count Dormammu Fellowes of the Third Air Army?"

"..."

Dormammu didn't reply, only giving the other man a cold glance before issuing an order without further ado to Major Cord beside him, whose expression was grave:
"Major Codd, Major General Conrad has come all the way from Elena on a mission and must be tired. You should take your men and make sure our Major General is well taken care of, understand?"

"Yes, Marshal!"

Major Keder saluted, then, expressionless, addressed the major general in front of him:

"Major General Conrad, please come with me."

"No problem, no problem. I'm also quite interested in Walden, and it would be nice to enjoy the scenery of the Golden Rose Kingdom."

Seeing that Dormammu had him forcibly removed, denying him any further opportunity to exert pressure, Conrad was not angry. Instead, he accepted the situation with a cheerful expression. However, he then changed the subject and, feigning goodwill, reminded the other party, "However, Marshal Dormammu, rest is fine, but don't blame me for not warning you beforehand. Before receiving new instructions from my superiors, I can only allow Major John to stay for a maximum of three days. If it exceeds this period, then even if it might make you unhappy, I will have no choice but to execute Major John on the spot for disobeying orders, in accordance with military law."

"After all, the most important thing for a soldier of the Empire is to be loyal to the Empire, isn't it?"

Conrad chuckled as he spoke, completely ignoring Dormammu's murderous glare, which darkened instantly upon hearing his threat.

He then stepped forward and, together with his adjutant, followed Major Codd, whose expression was grim, out of the city hall.

But then, as if remembering something, Conrad slapped his forehead in a feigned moment of realization, and then added to Dormammu in a small voice:

"I almost forgot. I remember, my good-for-nothing brother is currently working for you under His Majesty's orders, isn't he?"

"Although I don't know what specific mission he is currently carrying out, Marshal Laudomamu, please pass on a message to my dear brother for me."

"They said our great father misses him very much and asked me to ask him when he will have time to come home. The young lady of the Lart family also misses him very much."

"hehe!"

Having said that, Conrad ignored Dormammu, whose expression was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water, and walked briskly out of the city hall, led by Major Cord, with a smile on his face.

"Oh!"

Almost the instant Conrad led his men out of the city hall, Dormammu slammed his fist on the table in front of him.

The force was so great that it smashed a deep crater into the solid wooden table, and the skin on his fist was pierced by splinters, from which drops of bright red blood flowed.

He was angry, and he certainly had reason to be angry.

Dormammu never imagined that he would become the Third Air Marshal of the Empire.

He already controlled one-third of the Empire's air force.

They were still so powerless in the face of those damned conservatives.

To the point that they had to watch helplessly as the young man they admired most, the one they could entrust everything to in the future, was about to face a hopeless death due to the machinations of those damned political enemies.

He even wants to immediately dispatch the Third Air Force to Elena, and then, under the pretext of "purging the court of corrupt officials," kill all those guys sitting on the high platform.

But he knew even better that if he, who was seen by countless people as the shadow of His Majesty William, actually did this...

Then he would not only push the monarch he follows into an abyss of no return.

Moreover, it would give the families behind the conservative party an excuse to launch a coup.

From his personal standpoint, he cannot do that.

He also could not do that for the sake of the empire's stability.

Therefore, he could only watch helplessly as the young man, the one he regarded as the successor to the rise of the empire, was brought to power.

Are you really going to lose your life over such an absurd political struggle?
Dormammu's chest heaved violently, then he slowly closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes after a long while, ignoring the stinging pain in his hand, and instead stared intently in the direction of the imperial capital, Elenor.

As if transcending the constraints of space, his gaze met that of the person residing in the Cabinet office.

At this moment, the Prime Minister, who was expressionless and manipulating the chessboard alone, made contact with the player.

It was as if they had completely seen through the prime minister's true nature.

At this moment, Dormammu felt an unprecedented urge to kill this 'great' prime minister.

"Wolf, you're dead!"

……

Still writing, will post when finished.

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