Only More Absurd

Through the radio, professional mapmakers among the staff steadily drafted the maps.

Hubble remained silent throughout, listening to everyone's discussion.

Once again, he realized that one should never compete with professionals in their field, or they would be utterly defeated.

Still... he would be the one making the final decision.

Back when he worked as a slave hunter, he was not only the leader but also the hands-on executor and the decision-maker.

He handled everything himself, relying on courage, luck, and a little cleverness to build up some assets.

But more than that, he had to thank this era.

Now, for the first time, Hubble experienced the joy of commanding others.

"Commander, what do you think of this plan?"

The chief of staff wore a calm, solemn expression, the very image of a standard military man, but a trace of his true feelings still showed in his eyes.

Clearly, he was not entirely convinced by this regiment commander.

In military matters, real ability was what counted.

He took pride in his own capabilities.

In the past, Hubble would definitely have openly and secretly fought him. That was the way wolves survived.

But after studying at Baron Franz's side for a while, combined with his recent experiences—especially now that he knew where his future lay—Hubble's mindset had changed.

This was not his competitor. This was his benefactor!

He wished the man's performance could be even more perfect, ideally leading him straight through the enemy forces.

The more dazzling the achievements earned for him, the brighter his prospects would be after he transferred out of the military.

Hubble looked at him with a touch of appreciation, as if he were looking at one of his own slaves, making the chief of staff feel uncomfortable all over.

"Not bad. An absolutely perfect plan.