Following the terrorist attack at the banquet—now referred to as the “Etherium Displacent Grenade Assassination Incident”—the Imperial forces successfully tracked down and either eliminated or captured the perpetrators in the old city.
The surviving terrorists were handed over to the military police for interrogation. During this process, Cedric Bendel, the Deputy Chief of Operations in the Imperial General Staff, who attended to gather intelligence, overheard an interesting statent.
“It’s because of that bastard… The reason we failed our mission…”
Rakal, the leader of the captured terrorists, spoke abruptly while undergoing torture in the underground interrogation room.
Judging by his dazed eyes, he didn’t seem fully aware of what he was saying. However, what mattered was that after enduring torture in complete silence, he had finally opened his mouth.
As the interrogators murmured among themselves, Cedric spoke up.
“Interrogator. Give him water.”
At Cedric’s order, Bendelin nodded and brought a cup of water, pouring it into Rakal’s mouth as he sat tied to the chair.
Deprived of water for days, Rakal greedily gulped it down the mont it touched his tongue.
“That’s enough.”
At Cedric’s command, Bendelin pulled the cup away.
Rakal cursed but could do nothing more than that, bound tightly to the chair.
Watching him silently for a mont, Cedric smiled and said,
“I’d like to hear more details. For example, who this ‘bastard’ you ntioned is. If you tell , another cup of water isn’t out of the question.”
Rakal finally seed to snap back to reality and stared directly at Cedric.
Upon recognizing the man speaking to him, Rakal’s eyes widened.
[Imperial General Staff Deputy Chief of Operations / Brigadier General Cedric Bendel]
Gaunt features and almost colorless eyes.
Cedric was a high-priority assassination target for the Allied Kingdom’s intelligence division.
Rakal ground his teeth and trembled with rage, but as a defeated and captured agent, he no longer had the power to kill his adversary.
Resigning himself, Rakal relaxed his body and let out a bitter laugh.
“So you didn’t know? That ans it wasn’t an official order—just soone acting on their suspicions? Ridiculous…”
His laugh was filled with self-mockery.
“…Daniel Steiner. That bastard figured out our plan. We had no choice but to change it. That’s why we abandoned the banquet hall and waited in the old city instead.”
Daniel Steiner. Cedric had, of course, heard the na.
After all, he was not only the man credited with saving the Imperial Princess but also soone who had achieved multiple military successes recently.
But to think Daniel Steiner had been the first to detect signs of the banquet attack.
And if Rakal’s words were to be believed, Daniel’s suspicions had forced them to abandon their original plan and take a disadvantageous approach.
‘Impressive.’
Combat, logistics, strategy, intelligence, counterintelligence—
Cedric had seen many young talents excel in one area.
War breeds heroes, so it was natural for abilities to shine on the battlefield.
But excelling in every domain? Daniel Steiner was the first he had seen.
‘They say you can recognize the value of a precious gem even in its raw form.’
Cedric knew it was still too early to make final judgnts, but he couldn’t deny Daniel’s capabilities.
‘Perhaps…’
Perhaps Daniel Steiner would beco the spearhead that led the Empire to victory.
*****
After unintentionally saving the princess, I spent the next week being dragged around.
Even when I politely declined invitations, they practically forced to attend.
I had no choice but to pose for pictures with politicians and dine with nobles.
By the ti I finally returned to headquarters, I had greeted so many people I couldn’t even rember who they were.
Thinking I could finally relax—
“Where is Captain Daniel Steiner? Can soone tell his location?”
—was wishful thinking.
This ti, a group dressed in the uniforms of the Royal Guard stord into the operations office.
Leading them was a man wearing the golden-wing insignia, the mark of the Chief Bodyguard.
I recognized him imdiately.
He was the man who had first rescued Selvia and at the waste disposal site in the old city.
“C-Captain Steiner is over there…”
The staff in the office were visibly flustered.
Feeling guilty for the disruption, I stood up and said,
“I’m Daniel Steiner. What business do you have with ?”
“Oh.”
The older man let out an amused sound and approached .
“Nice to et you, Captain Steiner. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I’m Lieutenant Colonel Hartmann, Chief of the Royal Guard.”
“How could I not recognize the legend of the battlefield? I sincerely thank you for your assistance the other day.”
“Haha! Thank ? That’s absurd. I should be the one thanking you! Thanks to you, Her Highness was able to return safely.”
His voice matched his large fra—booming and commanding.
Ernst, who had been working in the operations chief’s office, peeked outside and froze in surprise.
“Lieutenant Colonel Hartmann, Chief of Security? What brings you here?”
Despite holding a higher rank, Ernst seed to be the one feeling nervous.
I could understand why. If the Royal Guard suddenly stord into the operations office, I would probably be sweating, too.
“Ah, Colonel Ernst! I’m here to carry out an order from His Majesty.”
At the ntion of an imperial command, Ernst visibly paled.
The idea of the Royal Guard delivering orders from the emperor rarely carried good news.
“Don’t tell … soone in the General Staff has fallen out of the royal family’s favor?”
Hartmann blinked in confusion before bursting into laughter.
“Co now! Don’t be so harsh. It’s quite the opposite, in fact. I’m here on behalf of His Majesty to bestow the dal of Honor for National Service upon Captain Daniel Steiner.”
…dal of Honor? For ?
Still dazed, I saw Ernst relax and nod.
“I figured he’d receive it eventually, but this is sooner than I expected.”
“The sooner, the better. Rewards and punishnts are the foundation of the Empire, after all. Ideally, His Majesty would have awarded it himself, but as you know, the emperor is quite busy preparing for the northern campaign.”
“I understand. Please proceed.”
Ernst gave a thumbs-up to congratulate and then stepped aside.
While I still struggled to grasp the situation, Hartmann pulled out an imperial decree.
It resembled a cylindrical scroll and looked expensive at a glance.
With practiced hands, Hartmann untied the ribbon and unrolled it.
“Hear the words of the ruler of the Empire—Captain Daniel Steiner!”
Hartmann’s booming voice echoed through the operations office.
As if rehearsed, everyone in the room, myself included, dropped to one knee.
“According to the reports from Central Intelligence and the Military Police, you identified a spy at the banquet and maintained suspicion despite his efforts to deceive you. As a result, the enemy was forced to alter their plans, thereby preventing disaster before it could strike.”
When did I do that?
“Furthermore, your act of risking your life to protect my daughter, Selvia von Amberg, the Empire’s radiant light, is a deed worthy of the highest praise and recognition. Therefore, I hereby award you the dal of Honor for National Service, Second Class—the Gukseon dal.”
The mont I heard “Gukseon dal,” a chill ran down my spine.
To my knowledge, no officer of my rank had ever received it.
That ant I would be the first—placing under intense scrutiny.
Even among senior officers, recipients of the Gukseon dal were exceedingly rare.
It also ant that Allied spies would see my head as an even more valuable target.
I glanced toward Lucy, only to find her wearing an emotionless expression.
That scared even more, and I quickly looked away.
“Rise, Captain Daniel Steiner.”
At Hartmann’s command, I stood.
One of the guards stepped forward, carrying an elegant case.
When the case opened, it revealed a dal, a ribbon bar, and a golden badge.
Hartmann picked up the badge, no larger than a fingernail, and affixed it to the left side of my uniform.
“Wear this badge proudly. Wherever you go, people will recognize you as a recipient of the Gukseon dal. It’s a trendous honor.”
It didn’t feel like an honor at all, but I nodded anyway.
Hartmann patted my shoulder and leaned in slightly.
“By the way, have you ever considered joining the Royal Guard? With your skills, I think you could rise to Chief of Security in no ti.”
The mont I joined the Royal Guard, escaping the Empire would beco nearly impossible.
I forced an awkward smile.
“I think the Royal Guard is an honorable organization, but in tis of war, I believe my place is on the front lines.”
Hartmann paused, then nodded as if he understood.
“I see. A capable young man like you certainly belongs on the battlefield more than in the Guard.”
Sothing about that didn’t sound right, and I opened my mouth to clarify, but Hartmann had already stepped back with a grin.
“Congratulations, Captain Daniel Steiner, recipient of the Gukseon dal!”
With that, the informal ceremony concluded, and the staff in the room stood and broke into applause.
Cheers rang out from all directions, but I felt nothing resembling joy.
“…”
My eyes t Lucy’s across the crowd.
Her calm, steady gaze sent a chill down my spine.
Sweat trickled down my back.
‘No matter what…’
I needed to escape the Empire as soon as possible.
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