Charlotte had a faint sense of foreboding. Sure enough, he soon heard his own name from Count Brittany's mouth.
"The new commander of the South Seraph War Zone will be you: Charlot Mecklenburg!"
Charlotte could not help saying, "With so many Saint Ranks here, how could it possibly be my turn?"
Count Brittany smiled faintly. "There soon won't be any Saint Ranks here."
Charlotte was somewhat surprised, but he quickly understood. South Seraph had been thoroughly crippled. There were barely any people left here, though most had been relocated by him rather than killed in the war.
But to the Empire, a war zone that required a constant transfer of supplies and could not sustain itself locally was no longer worth committing troops to.
Especially when this direction was of no help to the overall war. This campaign had originally been launched on short notice. Both sides had mistakenly believed the other was preparing to wage a major campaign in the South Seraph direction. No one had expected it to be nothing more than a misunderstanding.
Now that no one wanted to commit troops anymore, it would naturally be handed over to an ordinary general.
Charlotte was the best choice, without question!
After all, he had been the administrative officer of five cities in the South Seraph Region, and he had stayed here long enough. To those above him, he knew the situation and could stabilize it.
Well, he was practically born to patch holes.
Charlotte took a deep breath. He did not want to take on this burden, but he also knew that he was the best choice. If someone else took over, they would certainly have no goodwill toward South Seraph. The mere requisitioning of supplies would make South Seraph's situation even worse. Only he could show the