Chapter 39

Chapter 39

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Chapter 39

Ugh, it’s so exhausting. And I’m still embarrassed! Joachim screamed inwardly.

I still couldn’t get used to this weird, ridiculous outfit.

The body was that of a yellow fish, so why was the head my own?

I want to cover it up, whatever it is, and make it unrecognizable.

But Karl didn’t allow Joachim to do that.

No masks, no glasses, not even a change of hairstyle.

He wanted me to be ‘me’, no matter what.

“Ugh! Please help me, you guys!”

Unable to bear it any longer, Joachim finally asked for help from the other three.

Since they were taking turns doing this, I thought they would also help out.

However, it was a mistake. And a miscalculation.

“Oh. It’s okay, it’s okay. We only have to do this for 30 minutes, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s right. We’re not here to roast or cook like others.”

“How nice it is to receive everyone’s attention. Don’t you envy us? So let’s cheer up, Joachim.”

“You sons of bitches! Are you even my friends?!”

“Just endure today and tomorrow.”

Joachim realized thoroughly that he was alone. It was an unavoidable path.

Of all things, they were all good at ‘cooking,’ but wasn’t I the only one who was miserable?

If I had known this would happen, I would have become more familiar with fire and smoke.

“Sigh....”

Sighing, Joachim headed towards the booth again today.

I began to bounce around, drawing attention to myself.

Hmm. It’s kind of funny... No, wait. Am I going crazy?

Less busy than the first day but still, today, like always, I heard people saying, ‘Isn’t that senior Joachim over there?’

‘Yeah, it’s me. It’s me, so stop whispering like that. Don’t point at me with your fingers...’

In the midst of this, I suddenly noticed a peculiar guest.

‘...Army uniform?’

If I’m not mistaken, that’s right. That red-haired woman is definitely wearing a uniform.

I remember it clearly because I’ve seen it from afar at military events and in training.

Moreover, she had a very flashy silver medal hanging on her chest.

‘Is she here to find Karl because of what happened yesterday?’

If so, she wouldn’t be a welcome guest. It would be better if they didn’t bother him.

Even though Karl is usually a kind guy, he can be really scary when he gets angry.

With a worried heart, I observed the red-haired guest.

“Master.”

...Master? Wait a minute. Who’s the master here?

Are there professors here? But there aren’t any, right?

“I’m here.”

The woman said so, surprisingly, to Karl, who was just handing over the bungeoppang.

Watching that scene, I unintentionally glanced at Selena.

She had a very beautiful appearance that didn’t match her army uniform.

And on top of that, a voice that gives off a very familiar feeling as soon as you hear it, and even an honorific title.

If Selena’s reaction is good in this situation, then that’s truly unbelievable.

“Alexander.”

“Oh, Selena. What’s up?”

“Switch seats with Karl.”

“Huh?! I just switched with him and was taking a break.”

“Switch. Right now.”

“Okay.”

I was back in my chair ten minutes after switching with Alexander.

I’m sorry, Alexander. I’ll do some more for you later.

“Here.”

Selena, who’d invited me to sit down, plopped her ass down across from me.

She crosses her arms over her chest, leans forward slightly, and opens her mouth.

“Now, let’s talk properly. Who was that person just now?”

Though I wondered why Selena was suddenly acting this way, I decided to answer obediently.

Judging from her expression, deflecting with ‘why do you ask?’ wouldn’t work.

“Lavrenti. Someone I briefly met from another unit during the peak of the Luzernes War.”

“Is that all?”

“Unfortunately, that’s it. We only met once because our units were different.”

“...Then why did that woman call you master?”

Would you believe me if I told you that’s what I’m most curious about, Selena?

A master refers to someone who gives good teachings to another person like me.

But I’ve never taught or passed anything on to Lavrenti. I even apologized for covering up the mistakes our unit made! I just lowered my head.

Ha, suddenly I feel unjustly accused. Why do those idiots cause the accident, but I’m the one held responsible?

Stupid bastards. They know there are women in the Imperial Army, yet they still act like that.

“...I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“It sounds like a joke, but seriously. I really don’t know.”

Upon hearing this, Selena made a bewildered expression.

“You say you can’t remember, but that person was addressing you very politely as a master. Does it make sense that you don’t remember?”

“Right now, I know how ridiculous I must look. But I really don’t remember.”

“Unbelievable....”

At first, it was a slightly scary atmosphere, but now Selena has returned to her usual self. She seems to be subtly sympathizing with Lavrenti. She even says I’m being too harsh.

Looking at it this way, could it be that not knowing the reason is a blessing from the heavens granted to me?

“...By the way, she mentioned that the medal was because of me.”

“The medal?”

“Yeah. The Silver Medal of Military Merit.”

In terms of rank, it’s a medal that comes after the Imperial Medal of Honor and the Order of the Cross.

But all three of them, no, all the medals below them are items that prove exceptional bravery and pride as a member of the proud Imperial Army.

Rav said she’s much lower than me and feels embarrassed, but there’s no need for her to feel that way at all.

“If she was just a fellow soldier like you, she may not be as high-ranking as Karl, but she still contributed quite a bit... Do you happen to know anything?”

“I don’t know. Since my frontline was completely different from hers.”

“Any rumors?”

“Why would I care about rumors among soldiers rolling around on the battlefield? I’m more curious about outside news.”

Oh, they say someone from the adjacent unit gets awarded for doing something well~ News like that? I couldn’t care less.

Just what’s for today’s meal. Whether there have been any reported ambushes separately.

I hope the rumor is not about an enemy ambush, but about a friendly one. That’s the only thing I’m curious about!

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