Kromlov Bohr spent an entire day in the military camp cursing out Charlotte, Kreil, Abner, and the two Saint Ranks whose names he could not remember.
When he learned that South Seraph would become the Black Phoenix Dynasty's main offensive direction, he had desperately pulled strings to become the supreme commander of the new battlefield. However, the results had been less than ideal. He had been replaced by another great noble with deeper connections.
Kromlov Bohr settled for the next best thing. He intended to reach the front lines ahead of everyone else, seize control of the other Knight Orders, and reduce that great noble, who was destined to arrive late, to a mere figurehead.
He had been fairly polite toward Kreil and Abner, even putting on the airs of an elder schoolmate. He too had graduated from Hartingen University of Thunder and Storms. But he had shown Charlotte no such courtesy and intended to give him a sharp lesson.
Before Charlotte even arrived, Kromlov Bohr had already sounded out Kreil and Abner. Kreil strongly objected, and the exchange had been far from pleasant.
Kromlov Bohr had always believed that once he won over Kreil and Abner, a mere fifth-rank, twenty-fifth-grade Administrator Chief who had not crossed that insurmountable class barrier would be his to knead however he pleased.
He also did not believe Kreil would fall out with him over Charlotte. After all, Charlotte had not been born a noble. His record was exceptionally clean: he was merely the child of a small merchant family from Seagull City, with no noble background whatsoever.
Charlotte held the lowest status, yet he dared to arrive late? Kromlov Bohr immediately decided to indulge his temper and humiliate Charlotte thoroughly.
He had originally expected Charlotte to resist. If Charlotte had taken a more