"Trying to poach someone from right under my nose? What a sly little rascal, haha." Ten minutes later, in the command room of the battlecruiser Horst, Bob chuckled and shook his head after hearing his subordinate's report about what had just happened in the upscale restaurant.
However, when he recalled the young major's earlier remark—that the Old Guard Party were vermin obstructing the Empire's progress, and that every last one of those vermin should be hanged from streetlamps—
He could not help but sincerely marvel at the young man's courage and audacity.
All he could say was, was that the vigor of being only twenty-four years old?
The young really did have drive when they acted, far more than an old man like him.
It seemed Dormammu might have lost to him in love, but gained an exceptionally outstanding successor instead?
Such character was indeed suitable. Perhaps he truly ought to consider Ostan Duke's suggestion.
Bob's thoughts churned, but after pondering for a while, he still gave an order to the deputy before him—also the commander of the 1st Regiment of the Assault Amphibious Force, Roderick Dalton.
"Colonel Roderick, have someone deliver Ian Grant's personal file to Major John Maslow's room later. Also, inform the Assault Amphibious Force's 6th Marine Combat Unit in the Empire that they are to halt their plan to purge the Grant Family."
"Yes, Marshal!"
Roderick immediately saluted in response. Then, under Bob's gaze, he hurried out of the command room to carry out the order.
"Come to think of it, Kambert, what do you think of Major John?"
After Roderick left, Bob, seated in the captain's chair, suddenly asked Kambert, who stood behind him.
"He is a very outstanding young man. Although he may be somewhat rash in his actions, I personally believe the Reformist