Fissman was deeply frustrated. The intelligence officers had caused the mess, yet he was the one who got hurt.
That was one thing, but it had also drawn the council's intense attention, causing his escape plan to fail completely.
From beginning to end, he was the only one who had suffered.
Even if he killed every intelligence officer who had caused the trouble, it would not make up for his losses.
Fissman understood that, barring any surprises, someone would soon come to speak with him.
Sure enough, the council's liaison officer came knocking again.
This much time was enough for them to dissect the report Fissman had submitted earlier a hundred times over.
Fissman's little schemes were plain to see, but they were minor tactics within the rules. No one could question them.
So there was no interrogation, nor any hysterical roaring.
The liaison officer even took the initiative to admit fault. "Thank you for the intelligence you provided earlier, General. Unfortunately, we failed to discover the problem in time.
"The council extends its highest respect to the frontline officers and soldiers who were killed or wounded. You need not worry about the compensation to follow. Everything will be handled according to the highest standards."
This was a gesture of goodwill. Otherwise, the compensation would definitely have been paid at the minimum standard stipulated by the regulations.
Fissman needed that attitude, and the council was doing its best to express goodwill.
Then came the real point. "The Joint Councilors have already set out and will go pay their respects to Her Highness Gwen as quickly as possible. They hope to discuss all matters concerning the gods, the origin of life, and the future together.
"General Fissman, I hope you will remember the honor of the nation, never forget a soldier's