Watching Will's expression constantly shift before him, Hassan appeared calm, but turmoil churned beneath the surface. In truth, ever since he had received news over a month ago of the Seventh Air Force clashing with Lieutenant General Roxy, Hassan, who knew just how astonishing the Star of Dawn's command abilities were, had concluded that—
he, a pawn Colonel Jett had planted within the Allied Forces, would lose all contact with his superiors after the Black Eagle Special Forces fell to the Star of Dawn's schemes and General Dormammu was defeated, becoming an isolated island with no one to care about it.
During this time, he had even considered abandoning his past and spending the rest of his life as Hassan Gillis.
After all, in the years since he had arrived in the Victoria Kingdom as a refugee, he had witnessed, through his identity as a member of the intelligence department, the power of the new devices born from the Allied Forces' rapid advances in Magecraft Technology.
Hassan had already realized that, under the Allied Forces' terrifying research and development capabilities, the Empire, whose eyes had always been blinded by its past glory, was destined for defeat.
It was not as though he had never considered warning the Empire.
But his only contact had been Colonel Jett.
And this rigid colonel, born into the Slayfort Family yet inheriting none of its customary cunning, instead caring only for combat and assassination—
had never paid much attention to the Magecraft Technology Hassan spoke of.
No matter how many times Hassan reported it, the other man's response had always been to focus on obtaining military intelligence from within the Allied Forces and not waste energy on such meaningless trivialities.
Hassan understood that this was a misjudgment caused by an unequal information gap.
Thus, he