The terintelligence agents casually tossed out the work as if they were mentioning the dinner menu a.

  It gave me a great mental shock.

  'As a result of the iigation within the upper ranks, it was revealed that Pietro de Medici, the mastermind behind this attack, had been in stant tact with the Northern puppet gover for the past several years.'

  And the Inquisitors who immediately barged into my quarters as if they had made a promise among themselves, as if they were dealing a final blow to me who was staggering.

  'His fragmented soul was tainted by the whispers of evil. It seems that he seized the hand of temptation that had infiltrated him at his weakest moment. It was truly a great tragedy.'

  After returning to headquarters from Bartok's Visty.

  Even as I returo my daily routine and was w, the homework they had left behind was still tormenting me.

  Regardless of the imperialism and status of the Empire, the two of the groups, which should be as deep as possible, have been able to aggressively cooperate with me. Rather, I had two more luggage on my back. Didn't you just open your mouth? ' A silent pint about why he did su ignorant thing.

  If he had kept him alive aracted information, he could have obtained a clue to root out the two great evils that threatehe order of the empire.

  He deeply regretted the fact that he could not do so because of me.

  The reason he did not openly reprimand me robably because the merits I had made in handling this situation were enough to barely cover up my mistakes.

  What kind of excuses could I make in front of them when things had e to this?

  No matter how you look at it, it was my fault fiving in to my temper instead of reason and just killing the bastard.

  It must be because I still haven't gotten rid of the habit of fronting everything head-on.

  In wartime, victory was the top priority. It was okay to just destroy the enemy however I wanted, but I shouldn't have dohat in this case.

  'Oh my, you fool. Are you a human? Or is it a bear?'

  If the Master had known about this, he would have probably held me bad scolded me for an hour.

  No, the matter was so serious that it might have already reached his ears.

  If that were the case…

  'It's been a long time since I've been punished, my beloved disciple.'

  It's horrible to even think about. How did I escape from the clutches of a thousand-year-old monster? I ever be caught again.

  While my head was struggling with all sorts of worries, my body was moving absentmindedly acc to the given tasks, and before I k, it was time to leave work.

  —Knoock!

  "Director Wolfgang? This is Vice-Directnes. May I e in?"

  "e in."

  As I greeted the Vice-Director who had e to the office for the evening regur report, a sweet st wafted past my nose.

  The smell of the Vice-Director's hair soap, which I had bee aced to. The st was strohan usual. Looking at his wet hair, he must have washed himself ht after finishing his physical training.

  For some reason, I was intoxicated by the st that made my mind hazy and fell into thought again.

  "Captain?"

  How great it would be if I could solve everything with my own force.

  If I were ordered to deal with ten mutant ogres at the same time, I would happily do it.

  Was I really this useless in a situation where I couldn't overe it with force?

  I felt a terrible sense of helplesshat I've never felt before otlefield.

  If I were stressed out any more, it would be a big deal...

  If this headache-indug situation had occurred otlefield, I would have spent my time w about this and blowing the enemy's skulls to vent my anger.

  It's really ironic that I 't even do that in this peaceful era.

  No, it turns out that the son of my predecessor, a famous marquis, has been reborn as something more than a traitor.

  we really call it peaceful now?

  That stupid kid lost his mind and ossessed by the devil's whispers.

  Could it be that I tormented him too mud that's why he became like that?

  I couldn't tell. In the end, all I could do was just let this frustrating feeling out on my own.

  I had to calm down, I had to calm down.

  If my emotions got any worse, my subordinates might notiething strange iarting tomorrow.

  "Are you okay, Captain?"

  The vice-captain had already e to see me, so what kind of embarrassment am I behaving in front of my precious subordinate?

  I slowly raised my head from where I had been hanging my head with my hands ched and looked at her.

  Of course, the vice-captain couldn't solve these problems for me, but I could at least expee advice from her unique wisdom.

  But.

  "You're wele. I have something I want to discuss with you, so sit down for a moment..."

  Damn it, I had to face the unbelievable sight of the vice-captain, who had always been a fort to me, transf into a new headache.

  "What oh is that embarrassing outfit?"

  "Oh, this is the new uniform I told you about st time! Acc to the enclosed letter from the tailor, it uses a retly ied log meism. It's much more vehan buttons."

  It's already hard, so why is the vice-captain doing this to me?

  "Si's the outfit you gave me as a gift, I wao show it to you first. What do you think?"

  "How about it, my bare skin and underwear are all visible through the exposed shirt. Cover up the frht now."

  What oh should I call that outfit?

  It was defihe uniform of the Bck Lion Knights that I knein uniform sisting of a bck jacket with a pin pattern, a white belt, and pants and boots of a pin design.

  However, the buttons that should have been on the front of the jacket were gone, and instead, there were long, dull saw-like pieetal stuck to both sides.

  Sihe jacket was wide open on both sides, it was obvious that the inside was pletely exposed. The bright red underwear uhe thin shirt was clearly visible to my eyes.

  Do all women naturally prefer such fshy underwear? Or is it just the vice-captain’s secret taste? No, more than that…

  The princess and vice-captain Agnes are the same.

  Why do the women around me make me fall into serious agony when they’re bored?

  Even though they’re both so beautiful that my eyes are wide open, my patience is slowly reag its limit.

  But I had to e. I’m not some beast starving for desire.

  If I a instinct, then there’s n back.

  I’ll end up being no different from that idiot Pietro and that damned author of my father. That shouldn’t happen.

  But… it was really too hard to bear.

  Maybe it was because my mental state was unstable, but the accumuted desires were shaking me even more violently.

  “Are you going to keep doing this?”

  As I tried to suppress the rising, wet desires and muttered indifferently, the vice-captain, who seemed unnecessarily cheerful, started showing off her new clothes to me like a child.

  “Of course not. This new lock is really amazing. Take a look.”

  She held two long pieces of iron in a row, grabbed something that looked like a small gold handle, and lifted it up, and surprisingly, the front buckle was locked in an instant.

  "Haha…"

  "It's much more fortable than buttoned-up clothes, and I don't feel suffocated anymore. It's all thanks to you, Captain. Thank you so much."

  At first, I thought you were trying to tease my superior and got angry.

  But when I saw that i, brightly smiling face, I lost all desire for it.

  How could I get annoyed in front of her because she's so happy about the insignifit gift I gave her? How could I harbor evil desires in front of her?

  "It's certainly amazing. I'm gd that you seem satisfied."

  "Thank you! But didn't you say you had something to discuss?"

  No. What about sultation? I should just hurry up a off work.

  If I tio be intoxicated by the sweet st in the same space as her, I felt like I would do something.

  I smiled as kindly as I could at the vice captain and answered.

  "It's nothing. More importantly, maybe something happened in the unit?"

  "Yes. Nothing happened. Rather, the Bck Lion Knights are training harder than usual, perhaps inspired by the captain's skills."

  "That's fortunate. If there's nothing wrong, I skip the detailed reports. You should leave work now."

  "Yes, captain! I'll see you tomorrow!"

  As expected, leaving work was like a magic word.

  Watg the vice captain's back as he left the office with light steps, I decided to ght home as well.

  I was tired. Not physically, but mentally.

  Now that I think about it, I have to get new armor, so I don't know when I'll have time.

  There really were more than one or two things I had to worry about these days.

  As I returo the mansion as quickly as possible to find peaind, the old butler greeted me with a kind smile on his face.

  He's definitely someone who doesn't show his emotions easily. Could it be that something good is going on?

  With such a happy smile, perhaps a grandchild was born.

  He was blunt, but he was definitely an old man with a family. If so, I should give him a vacation. He had worked so satisfactorily up until now.

  “You look happy today. Is there something good happening?”

  When I asked that while preparing to gratute him in advance, I received an ued answer.

  "Of course, it is a celebration. The master's lover, a beautiful dy, is waiting in the reception room. Let's go."

  "What?"

  "As expected, the master is a man in his prime. This old man is deeply moved."

  As I was half-pushed to the reception room, I could not help but feel more tension than ever in my house.

  'There is definitely something suspicious going on.'

  A lover? I had not yet met a woman with whom I had a deep retionship.

  Also, judging by the way that blunt butler acted as if he had ged people, the woman who had e to my house might have done something wicked to the poor old man.

  —Bam!

  When I opehe door in a fighting stahere was a suspicious-looking woman sitting quietly in the reception room, sipping tea.

  A pretty face with a on blond hair. A ft body without any curves. Ordinary clothes without any special features.

  I don't know such a worthless woman.

  For someone who cims to be my lover, that woman was the plete opposite of my tastes. On top of that, how dare she invade my house and touch my person?

  I couldn't five her.

  I was filled with anger, but I couldn't show my temper.

  It only takes oime to a your emotions and ruin things, so I had to listen to her first.

  Besides, she was already mentally unstable. If she got angry, something irreversible might happen.

  So I tried my best to trol my emotions and questiohe woman in the most calm tone possible.

  "What's wrong with you? What did you do to the butler?"

  "Oh my, Lord Wolfgang. You're finally back? I've been waiting for you for a 'long time'."

  But, for some reason, the beautiful voiing from the woman sounded all the more familiar to me.

  —Ttaak!

  As the woman smiled seductively and snapped her fingers, her appearance gradually swayed and in an instant, she transformed into the most beautiful woman I knew.

  "I told you to look forward to it, didn't I?"

  A woman in a jet-bck evening dress, funting her dazzling silver hair and her body with the most attractive curves.

  The princess of the empire, Alicia von Diana Soris.

  Why is she in my house?

  "Huh! But why oh are you ing home so te? Well, there's still a long way to go before nighttime, so it doesn't matter."

  The princess's cold blue eyes were shining with even more meaning today.