"Lunebo, I told you long ago that your lousy idea wouldn't fool our new battalion commander. You didn't believe me—have you given up now? Hmm?"
After John left the meeting room, Miles immediately sneered at the grim-faced Lunebo beside him.
"Who do you think this commander who defeated the Allied Forces three times is? You think you can show off such petty tricks in front of him? Well, now you've humiliated yourself completely!"
"Miles, shut up. Other than barking after the fact every single time, what have you ever done? Besides, weren't you the first one to agree to this? How dare you blame someone else?"
Seeing that Miles, that bastard, wanted to shift the blame again, Marda mercilessly exposed the despicable man.
"What's there to be embarrassed about? I wasn't the one who came up with this lousy idea. And don't slander me—I never agreed to it. I'm an obedient soldier!"
Miles was not angered by Marda's furious rebuke. Instead, he replied with a fake smile.
"You..."
Marda choked with anger and was about to curse him out when Lunebo interrupted from the side.
"Enough, stop arguing. Although there was a slight accident, didn't we ultimately achieve our goal? So let's discuss something practical first. For example, should we sign these applications?"
"..."
Everyone immediately fell silent, staring fixedly at the five application forms on the table. Their expressions kept changing, as though they were deep in thought.
To them, were these application forms left behind by that unfortunate Battalion Commander John a lifeline to escape death, or a trap concealing malicious intent?
To be honest, they were not sure.
After all, although John Maslow had recently become a prominent figure in the Seventh Legion after defeating the Allied Forces three times,
ultimately, aside from Captain Barnabos, who had