"...Thank you for your concern. I'm fine, just a little tired from flying here at full speed. It should be aftereffects from excessive mana consumption. Also, sir, do you know me?" After thinking it over, John decided it was better to pretend he did not know this legendary agent.
After all, Conrad still belonged to Wolf's camp. If John acted too familiar with him, it might attract Conrad's attention—or even bring John into Wolf's sight ahead of time.
He had no desire to become a pawn in that Chancellor's eyes.
Just thinking about it made John shudder involuntarily.
"Playing dumb? Interesting reaction."
The corners of Conrad's lips lifted slightly. However, he did not expose John and merely said with a genial smile,
"Your activities on the Empire's Western Front are obvious to all. What's more, you received the First-Class Iron Cross Medal of Honor from His Majesty this time. As a fellow soldier, how could I possibly not know you?"
"Ah, if only I had joined the Seventh Air Force when I enlisted. Then perhaps I could have witnessed you defeat the Allied Forces three times with my own eyes. What a pity!"
Conrad wore a regretful expression, his words full of praise and flattery for John.
It was as though John were the Major General, while he himself was merely some lowly Major.
Please stop flattering me. Being praised by a legendary spy like you gives me chills down my spine.
I feel like the moment I turn around, I might end up like your unfortunate father-in-law, getting stabbed several times in the kidney by you.
John grumbled inwardly upon hearing Conrad's compliments, but in order not to reveal any flaws, he feigned surprise and said,
"Sir, you're an Imperial Army soldier too? That's wonderful. Could you tell me