Not long after the declaration of war, an unexpected guest arrived at my home.

Typically, when someone shows up uninvited, it’s either Duke Visconti coming to visit his granddaughter or Baron Mancini asking for help with securing a court position. But today, the visitor was none other than my former superior, Baron Ducat.

"Well, General. What brings you here today? I’m sure the military is busy with all the preparations for war, so you must be overwhelmed," I asked.

Under normal circumstances, Baron Ducat would have made a joke, teasing me about how I was out of military service now, and how a superior officer is always a superior officer, so I should at least offer some refreshments. But today, he sighed heavily and spoke without any trace of humor.

"I’ve come to seek your advice regarding this war."

Just like it’s common sense to look where you’re going to stretch your legs before lying down, people know when and how to joke. It’s like trying to crack a joke at a funeral—you’d never do it.

I knew I needed to approach the situation seriously.@@novelbin@@

"Though I’m a baron of the Empire, I am, after all, a civilian. Is it even appropriate for someone like me to discuss the Empire’s war strategy?" I asked.

"You were the one who devised the strategy for the war with the Duchy of Milania, weren’t you? I’m simply repeating what you said," Baron Ducat replied.

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