Major John was truly angry this time. Ever since he had transmigrated, he had always considered himself cautious and prudent, never casually revealing his political stance within the military.
Even when unforeseen circumstances had muddledly handed him victory in the Anti-Magic Device demolition mission, he had not directly responded to Dormammu's deliberate overtures of goodwill.
Instead, he had continued using loyalty as an excuse to maintain a neutral stance between the Old Guard Party and the Reform Party.
Even with the bill for reforming the old aristocratic system that he had proposed earlier, he had planned to use his silver tongue to persuade Dormammu to take credit for that dangerous achievement. He had never intended to put his name on that bill.
The purpose of doing so was to avoid getting dragged into the conflict between the Old Guard Party and the Reform Party.
But no matter how carefully he calculated, he had never expected Wolf, the leader of the Old Guard Party, to take the initiative against him before he had formally implemented the reform bill.
And judging by the situation, the other man was clearly out to kill him completely.
Regarding this, aside from his confusion over why Wolf would do such a thing, John felt even more anger.
After all, even a clay figure had some temper, let alone John, a player who could foresee the future.
"Wolf, fuck you!"
After leaving City Hall, John, still burning with anger, cursed furiously in his heart.
Once he learned that Wolf had sent him to his death, John made up his mind.
He would abandon his original plan of neutrality and instead try to align himself with Emperor William's camp.
Only then could he avoid receiving such damned assignments again.
At the same time, before Dries Ostan was completely