The Half-Dwarf—How Dare You Use Him? You'll Pay for This, You Bastard!
Major Fraser had been back in East Prussia for three days.
He had spent the whole time in the barracks compiling everything he had seen and heard in Transia, striving to turn it into a detailed yet engaging report. He planned to submit it to His Majesty King Louis in Misty City, both as a major in the Pioneer Legion and as heir to the Capet family, as proof that the Ten-Year War in Transia had truly come to an end.
As a nobleman who had received an excellent education from childhood, the major needed no introduction when it came to the art of writing. He had submitted his first draft to General Loren for review yesterday, and the results might be ready today.
Just as the major was carefully trimming the beard he had grown during his trip to Transia, one of General Loren's guards came to summon him to the general's office.
As before, Major Fraser straightened his appearance first. Once he was sure everything was in order, he knocked and entered General Loren's office.
The half-dwarf general sat in a chair, holding Major Fraser's report. But the gloomy expression on his stern face made it clear he wasn't pleased with it.
Or rather, he was quite satisfied with the report itself.
But he was very, very displeased by some of the facts it revealed beneath the surface.
"Fraser, can you guarantee that every detail in this report is absolutely true?"
The general set the report down and picked up his dwarven pipe. Then he asked in a grave tone.
The major's heart tightened. He immediately replied in a solemn voice,
"I can swear on the Capet family name! Every detail in the report is something