“Of course I’m afraid.”

“…Sir?”

He doubted his ears, but Marquis Catel spoke calmly.

“I lost my country to the Republic and had to run away. I personally experienced how much a genius of war that bastard Siegfried actually is. Even after being defeated by the enemy, if you aren’t wary of them, then you don’t have the right to stand on the battlefield. At the very least, you should never be a commander.”

“Aren’t you thinking too passively, sir?”

“He’s right. You were with the Strabus Kingdom when you were defeated, Marquis.”

“We’re the Great Andrews Empire. It seems like you’ve overlooked that difference.”

Marquis Catel clenched his jaw as he looked at the officers who didn’t seem like they had any intentions of correcting their thinking.

“Everyone is so full of pride you’ll soon reach the sky. Look at the current situation! How can you be so prideful in a situation where we’ve lost half of our 100,000 troops and two Master? Where do you get your optimism from?”

The officers were silent as if they had nothing to say at Marquis Catel’s scathing censure, however, their faces were full of discontent. From their point of view, Marquis Catel was still an outsider. Even if he had received a title from the Empire, he hadn’t been in the Empire for long,...