"Chief, good news—wonderful news!"
Early that morning, inside the Bahamut Town lord's office, Glenn—who had leaped into the position of head of Dragon Eye Domain's economic revitalization and now wore the Empire's black administrative officer uniform—burst through the door of a private office.
Under Sellviya's peripheral gaze as she sat expressionlessly in the main seat reading a grimoire, he placed the newly received intelligence report on Faoken's latest battle situation onto the desk. He took a deep breath, steadying his racing heart.
Then, with an excited expression, he delivered the news, his voice brimming with amazement and fervor:
"Chief, Lord John won again, again, and again! Including this victory report, this is already Lord John's sixth victory at Fauken Bay!"
"Six consecutive victories, all overwhelming wins against superior numbers! Even during the Empire's Age of the Gods a thousand years ago, nothing like this had ever happened. Calling it a miracle would not be an exaggeration!"
"If nothing unexpected happens, once Lord John returns after taking Fauken, he will definitely become a general!"
"He might even become a marshal outright!"
"This is incredible news, the greatest of news, Chief!"
Allen spoke with a face full of excitement. His intense joy and exhilaration had even caused his face to flush red uncontrollably.
Ever since John had led troops to Faoken as reinforcements, he had sensed that, with Lord John's almost monstrous strategic brilliance, John would surely shine on the Fauken Bay front.
But even he had never expected John to achieve such terrifying results!
Glenn felt that as long as the Empire's upper ranks were not idiots, they would certainly reward Lord John lavishly upon his victorious return and grant him even greater authority!
And then, Lord John's governing ideals could spread even further, making the Empire stronger and allowing more