Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Naturally, the battalion commander didnt respond immediately to the summons. He didnt appear to be paying attention to what was being said on this end either.

So, are you planning to go in directly now?

Yes, I must.

Raciel moved forward with long strides. Demian followed him and inquired,

Will you be okay?

Hmm?

What does he mean by that question?

Raciel glanced back at him.

Youre undercover right now, are you?

Ah. So, technically, Im just a military officer, and theres no reason for the battalion commander to listen to me obediently?

Unfortunately, yes.

Its alright.

Raciel shrugged his shoulders.

I have a side of me that believes.

Demian appeared bewildered. Leaving him behind, Raciel continued his brisk pace. Fortunately, locating the battalion commanders command tent proved to be quite straightforward. All one needed to do was find the largest, most ornate, and best-preserved tent.

Its practically a palace.

To exaggerate a bit, it was a tent the size of a two-room apartment he had lived in while in Korea.

He entered.

Flap!

Excuse me.

He greeted those inside warmly, but there was no warm response. Instead, a noticeably irritated gaze met his.

Are you the new military officer assigned today?

A middle-aged man with a black mustache sat on a makeshift bed. He seemed to be the battalion commander. Had he just woken up?

It seemed likely.

A smile formed on Raciels lips.

Yes, I am Military Officer Rihan. But didnt you receive the message I sent through the private earlier?

I received it. You said for me to come right away, didnt you?

Thats correct, but

Do you realize how unusual that request was?

In what way?

Proveng Zajak, the battalion commander, openly questioned him. However, Raciel didnt falter. He calmly replied instead.

The battalion commanders mustache twitched.

I am the highest authority and commander of this medical camp. Are you suggesting that you, a mere military officer, can order me around?

Ah. So you were displeased.

Of course. I may respect a military officer, but dont expect any special treatment from me.

The tone of the battalion commander grew stern. Had he misunderstood his authority here? It appeared so.

How insignificant.

Raciel wore an even more pronounced smile.

Special treatment? Isnt that what the wounded should receive?

What?

The battalion commander hesitated.

Raciel said to him,

I saw it on my way here. No, I saw it as soon as I arrived. I witnessed how the wounded in this camp are treated.

Treated? What are you talking about?

Theyre not receiving timely treatment. Many are perishing due to what can only be described as neglect. Yet, Mr. Battalion Commander, you were enjoying a late sleep until just now. So, I want to ask. Is this truly a medical camp for the wounded?

Of course it is. If there are wounded, its a medical camp.

It felt like he had just heard an incredibly absurd answer.

Raciel doubted his ears as the battalion commander continued to defy common sense.

If there are injured soldiers gathered, then isnt that an infirmary camp? And I am the one managing those injured soldiers. I provide them with a place to sleep and food and water so they wont starve to death. Isnt that enough?

What did you say?

Am I wrong? To be frank, theyre injured soldiers. Theyre weak and frail; thats why they couldnt withstand the battlefield and got hurt. If they were stronger, faster, and smarter, they wouldnt have gotten hurt like idiots or ended up dead. Right?

So why should I go out of my way for these weak and foolish individuals? If they can sleep and eat, that should be enough. They should be grateful and recover on their own, shouldnt they?

Save a wounded man right in front of me. Then Ill acknowledge your skills and cooperate fully. How about it?

Is the battalion commander insane?

While Raciel was thinking that, the commander summoned a soldier and issued some orders. The soldier hurried out, and soon after, the area outside the tent became bustling with activity.

And then

Weve brought the wounded man as ordered.

Soldiers carried the wounded man into the tent on a stretcher. It was evident that his condition was critical. The battalion commander pointed at the wounded man and said,

Look, weve brought the wounded man you care so much about. Now, save him right here. Lets see your skills.

The battalion commanders tone had progressively grown more arrogant. Did he believe he could intimidate Raciel? Did he hold him in such low regard?

A laugh escaped Raciels lips.

Heh heh heh.

He was the one who established a clinic. He was still the director of Star Palace Clinic.

Anyway, seeing the attitude of the battalion commander, he became sure.

The negotiations have broken down.

To be honest, he had intended to give him one last chance. He had tried to cooperate as amicably as possible, which would have also made things easier for the commander.

The operational status of this camp, the supply state of various goods, the condition of equipment, the personnel trends of each units medical staffI assume that person knows it all.

After all, he was the battalion commander.

He was the commanding officer.

By cooperating, he wouldnt have to concern himself with such trivialities, allowing him to focus solely on treatment.

So, he had evaluated the situation for cooperation and given the commander one last opportunity. But just now, the commander had squandered his chance.

Now, the conclusion was clear. The course of action was also clear. Raciels gaze grew colder.

Demian.

He called out to Demian beside him and signaled towards the battalion commander.

Restrain and detain him.

Understood.

The command and execution occurred simultaneously. As soon as he issued the order, Demian unsheathed his sword. The battalion commanders eyes widened. In the blink of an eye, Demian moved.

Whoosh, bang!

Ugh!

Demians sword swung low, striking the battalion commanders ankles. His legs shot up into the air, and he landed flat on his back.

Argh!

The battalion commander writhed in pain.

The nearby soldiers recoiled in shock.

But they didnt have a chance to react. Demians drawn sword was already pointed at the fallen battalion commander.

What in the world is going on?!

The battalion commander yelled with a flushed face.

Are you out of your mind? Huh! This is my camp, and Im the commander here! Do you think you can get away with this, just being a mere military officer?

He raged at him, spewing anger with his words. Raciel couldnt help but chuckle.

Enough. Lets put an end to this.

What? You think Ill stop just because you say so?

Especially after you see this.

He had heard enough of the commanders tirade. He had no intention of following his lead any longer. He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and displayed it to the fallen battalion commander.

Do you see this?

What is this?

Its an authorization for the complete delegation of authority over the wounded soldiers camp, directly granted to me by the heir to the throne, Princess Adeline Boarne Anbouaz.

And what now? Will you cooperate if I save the wounded? Will you acknowledge my abilities? Are you daring to assess me?

Uh, well, thats

Thats precisely why when I kindly requested you to come forward, you should have complied. You should have willingly cooperated when I asked for it.

Uh, I, thats

Demian. Take him away.

He had been patient enough. There was no need to listen to any more excuses.

He gave Demian the order, and the battalion commanders flushed face turned dramatically pale.

(To be Continued)

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