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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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The cryptic letter received from Lea Gilliard.
With a rather ominous feeling, Werner fell into deep contemplation.
Should he go see Lea?
Did something happen to her?
Why did she leave a message telling him to find Lieutenant Colonel Drake in this way?
Moreover, this looked to anyone like a message directed at Luthers Edan, not John Hobbes.
The sense of discrepancy clearly felt in the letter stemmed from that very fact.
Could it be that her memories had been restored?
Suddenly imagining the worst-case scenario, Werner immediately gathered the personnel belonging to the Eastern Military District branch.
“There should be a regimental intelligence officer named Lea Gilliard under Colonel Julia Anke, the 32nd Regimental Commander. Keep an eye on her.”
“Leave it to us. But if I may ask, is she a target to be eliminated?”
“No. Rather, she can be seen as someone who needs to be protected. If any unusual matters arise, ignore the reporting procedure and inform me directly.”
It was the National Security Agency.
Directly under the President and completely independent from the command system of a typical military organization.
Monitoring their own soldiers was already part of their usual duties.
Didn’t they contact various individuals within the country through various disguised identities, excluding their ranks within the SSA, to extract information?
Therefore, the subordinates didn’t think much of it.
They thought she might be one of the people involved in the recent dissolution of the Eastern Army Command.
As a regimental intelligence officer, it was natural for her to handle confidential information above her rank and position.
And a few days later, the answer they received was ‘no abnormalities in the individual.’
Additionally, they also investigated the origin of the letter, but no satisfactory conclusion was reached.
-She’s currently on vacation. I heard she’s been struggling with the flu for three days.
-Regarding the letter you mentioned, it seems her identity was stolen. After checking the closed-circuit footage of the post office in charge, it was confirmed that Lea Gilliard was on duty at the time the letter was delivered.
Fortunately, it seemed Lea hadn’t regained her memories.
After all, if it was the Lea Gilliard that Werner knew, she would have definitely tried to find him somehow as soon as her memories were restored.
Not just Lea, but all the members of the Graveyard, including Arwen and Charlotte.
Werner simply took a bitter drag on his cigarette at the faces of old acquaintances that briefly came to mind.
Of course, there were still many unknowns.
Who on earth stole Lea’s identity and sent such a letter to the National Security Strategy Agency?
‘The content and handwriting were very similar, except for a few parts.’
Someone who knew the content of the letter.
And it was done by someone who knew exactly who the recipient of the letter was.
He wasn’t doubting the abilities of his subordinates, but the situation wasn’t very promising.
-Include the post office staff in the surveillance targets as well. Have all the packages and letters coming into the Eastern Military District and the National Security Strategy Agency checked.
-Understood, Director.
Although Werner had left them of his own will, it was still an eyesore.
Even if he had left on his own, his ultimate wish was for the happiness of everyone in the Graveyard.
But he couldn’t rashly meet them, just like they couldn’t.
Even when he accidentally faced Lea at the banquet hall, he couldn’t control his emotions.
It was uncertain whether he would be able to control his emotions better than that time, even if it was a second meeting.
Moreover, the person Lea Gilliard was sending letters to was not Werner Grimm or Luthers Edan, but Captain John Hobbes.
What could be more chilling than saying he borrowed someone else’s name to exchange letters with her?
Even though he had become accustomed to being hated, it didn’t mean he wasn’t hurt.
He just desperately wrapped his scars, pretending to be fine.
It was a task close to a personal matter that he had entrusted to his subordinates, which was unfortunate for them, but from the beginning, he couldn’t just neglect the Eastern Military District branch.
Even if the Eastern Army Command was newly reorganized, the mission of the National Security Strategy Agency had to continue.
On the contrary, it was also impossible for Director Werner to stay at the Eastern Military District branch all the time.
It was killing two birds with one stone, anyway.
Werner Grimm gave himself that self-hypnosis.
“Then please leave the Eastern Military District to us.”
“I’m counting on you.”
Leaving the rest of the work to the other soldiers, Werner and Karin returned to the SSA headquarters, Forbidden Lake.
And as soon as the director returned, the news that came was none other than a direct summons from the President.
Didn’t he say there would be no issues when persuading him?
With new orders coming almost every day, Werner stood in front of the camera with a tired expression.
The face visible through the screen was Supreme Commander Arthur Philias.
As if he was also overworked, his already aged face had become even more haggard in just a few months.
“What is it this time?”
[His Excellency the President has called you to the capital.]
“The capital…?”
[He said he wants to personally commend your merit regarding this Eastern Military District matter.]
It had already been almost two months since the Eastern Military District matter was handled.
Heinrich Rendal, who was the commander, was dismissed, and the Imperial faction scattered.
The President’s decision to carry out a purge in the name of reform was very effective.
As soon as the moderate faction members, including Dane Schmidt, took control, they even directly contacted the Revolutionary Front.
Indeed, the President was the President.
In terms of pure political ability, he was comparable to Werner, who had gone through forty cycles.
Such a President suddenly summoned him.
Moreover, mentioning the Eastern Military District, which had already been concluded as his achievement.
He couldn’t help but think there was another intention.
“Is that really all?”
Werner’s eyes flashed.
As if the sharp gaze projected through the screen was conveyed to Arthur as well, he made a disgusted expression.
[…This is crazy. Why is your perception so quick? Does being on the field make your perception sharper too?]
“Let’s say it’s similar.”
[Looking at me as if seeing right through my mind… Anyway, getting to the point, have you heard about the summit meeting two weeks from now?]
Summit meeting.
It would have been strange not to hear about it.
From all sorts of broadcasts to internet articles.
What could attract people’s attention more than the leaders of the five countries that survived the Great War gathering in one place?
As Werner nodded, Arthur folded his arms and added.
[I think His Excellency the President wants you to accompany him to that meeting.]
“Pardon?”
It was incomprehensible.
What was he saying about accompanying a meeting where the heads of state gathered?
Reading Werner’s dubious expression, Arthur continued his explanation.
[Weren’t they countries that would have been strange if a war hadn’t broken out immediately if it weren’t for the Titans? They may be sharing the joy of victory now, but there’s no way to know what they truly harbor inside.]
“A canary in a coal mine, is that it?”
An alarm that detects signs of danger and alerts in advance.
It’s not a very pleasant analogy to compare to a person.
Arthur Philias neither denied nor affirmed it.
[He recognizes your abilities. I think he believes you know how to grasp the political flow.]
“…”
[Since the meeting is held in the Republic of Bostania, take this opportunity to get some fresh air.]
Werner remained silent.
In fact, if he was told to go, he could go.
It wasn’t a difficult task.
There wasn’t anything in particular to prepare, and it wasn’t like he was going alone with the President.
Director Werner Grimm of the National Security Strategy Agency would be just one of many attendants.
But for some reason, it felt awkward.
The President was originally that kind of person.
He was a man who made you feel strange just by facing him.
Was it because he was a great man who was born a commoner and ultimately achieved a rare revolution that put the Emperor in the back room?
But there was only one choice anyway.
Even if the President was awkward, what could he do?
Since he had decided not to leave the military, he had to at least pretend to follow orders to a certain extent.
It wasn’t like he was going to properly go against the President.
“In return, I will bring one attendant with me.”
[Do as you wish, I don’t mind if you bring two.]
Two.
Two people.
The first person that came to mind at the mention of two people was Armaments Department Head, First Lieutenant Edward Roman and…
“I’ll have to ask Karin.”
Perhaps naturally, it was Karin Maven.
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He’s just giving excuses smh