I became a staff officer in the empire, where defeat was certain.
In this empire with an 8-year mandatory service period, the only way to escape is through dishonorable discharge.
But…
“You may rejoice, Lieutenant. Thanks to your intuition being precisely correct, our army was able to prevent casualties in advance.”
The more I struggled to get discharged, the higher my performance evaluations became.
One of my favorite missunderstanding novel. But lately, I feel the novel already loss its steam. It is hard, after all, to maintain same joke over 100 chapter.
Thanks admin for picking this up