Do you nobles have nothing better to do?

Boom boom boom—

Bolent knocked on the door in front of him.

A deep voice quickly came from inside the room:

"Come in."

Bolent, holding the documents, pushed the door open and saw a figure with their back to him.

The figure stood in front of the window, one hand behind their back, the other holding a cigarette, lost in thought.

Hearing the movement behind them, the figure turned around and saw Bolent.

"Oh, it's you. Have a seat first."

The burly man with white stubble gestured with the hand holding the cigarette towards the seat next to Bolent.

Bolent didn't refuse. He first placed the documents he was holding on the desk next to the man, then sat down on the sofa.

The man's gaze was drawn to the documents. He glanced at the seal on the cover and asked:

"Is this your... 'Sharp Blade' plan?"

"Yes, Chief of Staff. The details are all inside."

Bolent nodded in response.

The person he called Chief of Staff didn't speak; they just opened the document and read it silently.

Smoking while reading.

Bolent wasn't in a hurry and waited patiently.

The man currently in front of Bolent was a Major General in the Military Staff Headquarters, and also the Chief of Staff of the military.

His name was Imon Hague, a legendary figure who was one of the few commoners to rise to this position.

His prestige in the military was second only to Marshal Remus.

Currently, Bolent was considered his subordinate.

Chief of Staff Imon read the document Bolent brought for a while before putting it down and pushing it aside.

He didn't comment on the content of the document, nor did he ask Bolent any questions about it.

Instead, he suddenly asked:

"After we deal with that Traditional Faction, do you want to come to the Staff Department? I can guarantee you'll have at least a Brigadier General title by then."

Bolent smiled and said:

"Even if I'm not in the Staff Department, aren't I still working for you?"

"It's different." Imon shook his head. "In the Intelligence Department, your access is limited, and you can't truly participate in military decision-making. But in the Staff Department, it's different."

Imon was right.

The Intelligence Department was a relatively new department, and its predecessor was the royal family's Shadow Unit, which had always been hidden in the shadows and only recently came into the open, being called the Intelligence Department.

Its roots were actually with the Traditional Faction.

If the Marshal hadn't taken control of the Intelligence Department, the position of department head wouldn't have fallen to Bolent.

But even so, due to the conflict between the Reformist Faction and the Traditional Faction, the future of the Intelligence Department was already set.

People here would definitely not be able to enter the core of the state in the future.

If Bolent continued to stay here, it would be detrimental to his future.

However, Bolent was quite calm about this. He smiled and said:

"Let's talk about it after everything is over."

"Well, who knows how long that will be."

Imon exhaled a smoke ring, speaking slowly.

Originally, the struggle between the Reformist Faction and the Traditional Faction should have been nearing its end.

But who could have expected the international situation to change so quickly, with Falor and Inglis simultaneously launching a war against Uno.

With external pressure, Uno's internal factions naturally dared not engage in overly serious disputes.

Unless...

They could resolve the 'battle' with the Traditional Faction within a day.

"So, they still won't back down?"

Seeing Imon's melancholic expression, Bolent asked.

Imon shook his head: "Those damned Nobles, even at a time like this, they're still holding onto key positions. Heh... a bunch of garbage!"

Imon's words carried disdain and a hint of anger.

Bolent knew where his anger stemmed from.

Perhaps some would find it strange why Uno's military system felt so peculiar.

The dignified head of the Intelligence Department held only the rank of Major.

Chief of Staff Imon, although a General, held the lowest rank of Major General.

Going even lower, a Battalion Commander of a large unit held only the rank of Second Lieutenant.

The head of the Medical Department on the front lines, such an important position, was held by Berry who was only a Lieutenant during her tenure.

It gave a very strange feeling.

But in reality, it wasn't that the military didn't want to give them higher positions; it was because these higher positions were controlled by the Nobles.

The Nobles of the Duchy of Uno were very traditional. They highly valued honor and absolutely would not allow any commoner to sit above them.

Therefore, for some official positions, the appointed members must be Nobles!

Even if the position was just a nominal title with no real power, they wouldn't allow anyone to sit above them.

Thus, out of the military's three Generals, six Lieutenant Generals, eight Major Generals, and twelve Brigadier Generals, most of those holding important positions hovered around Major General and Brigadier General.

The positions of the three Generals and six Lieutenant Generals were almost entirely occupied by Nobles.

Only one General loyal to the Marshal was considered a common Noble.

This also led to the fact that the highest rank for commanders in other lower-level important positions was Colonel.

Even among these, many were also members of the nobility.

They didn't do any work, nor did they care about having no real power in their hands. They only wanted the honor, the 'honor' of being able to suppress others.

The so-called 'Noble's honor'.

This was also one of the reasons for Imon's hidden anger.

Even at a time like this, they were still clinging to their petty interests.

Did they really have to wait until Falor reached the capital before they would give up?

Thinking of those Nobles, Imon's blood pressure rose a bit. He took a deep breath, and it took him a while to calm the blood rushing to his head before Imon changed the subject:

"Forget it, let's not talk about them... By the way, I see you have more than one document here. Besides 'Vanguard' which uses Magic Orbs, you also have a 'Fuse' plan?"

"Yes, sending Spies to try and incite internal unrest within the enemy country to tie up their energy... I'm already doing this, but currently, there aren't many suitable personnel."

Bolent replied.

Imon nodded, tapping the document placed aside with his finger:

"Alright, I approve both of your plans. Go ahead and do them. If you need anything, just let me know."

"With your words, I am relieved."

Bolent stood up and saluted.

Imon waved his hand: "Don't give me that. I support you, no problem, but I need to see results. Two years. If you don't produce corresponding results within two years, then these two plans will be temporarily shelved."

"Rest assured, Chief of Staff." Bolent smiled. "It won't take two years. Your subordinate will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

"You're not going to today's tea party either?"

In the bedroom arranged for Li Qi, Claudia looked at Li Qi sitting by the window reading a book and asked helplessly.

Li Qi, dressed only in simple home clothes at the moment, said without raising his head:

"No need. I don't want to see those Nobles."

"But as a Noble lady, socializing at tea parties is necessary..."

"Occasionally is fine, but it seems like you have balls every day?"

Li Qi put down his book and looked at Claudia expressionlessly.

He wasn't actually unable to accept attending tea parties or balls. After all, his current identity was the Angulo Family's young lady.

On the second day after arriving, to better fit his identity, even though Li Qi was extremely reluctant, he still attended a Noble ball.

That day was quite pleasant. Although many male Nobles approached Li Qi like peacocks displaying their feathers, seeing the delicious food at the ball, Li Qi chose to selectively ignore the unpleasantness.

But then, on the evening of the third day, there was another ball to be held, and Li Qi's mindset underwent a subtle change.

Especially after receiving invitations to so-called 'tea parties', 'outings', and invitations to watch opera at the theater together.

Li Qi completely lost it.

What the hell!

Are you Nobles so idle every day?

It's either a ball or a tea party, or you go out to play, or you go to enjoy opera?

Thinking about how he used to risk his life on the front lines to protect this country, only for these Nobles in the rear to eat, drink, and be merry like idiots every day, Li Qi's mindset became a little unbalanced.

He even wished he could kill all these fools who were living off the fat of the land every day!

So Li Qi's refusal to go to the ball wasn't about being aloof; he was protecting those Nobles, and also protecting himself.

Otherwise, he was really afraid he wouldn't be able to help but kill them all!