The Wandering Princess's Confession and the Truth Behind the Royal Family's Downfall
Something important? And I need to brace myself?
This—
John looked at Wendy's serious face, puzzled. But after a moment's thought, he decided that, given her commoner background, whatever it was could not be too serious.
At worst, the local lord had raised the taxes on her parents' farm or something.
Heh. That's nothing to this lieutenant general.
Only a brainless idiot like Wendy would treat it as a catastrophe.
Heh!
Chuckling inwardly at having "guessed the answer," John calmly said, "Wendy, judging by your expression, I'd say this has something to do with your family. Am I right?"
"! How did you know, Captain?!"
Wendy stared at John in shock, disbelief filling her eyes.
Then she remembered her captain's extraordinary intelligence. Understanding dawned, swiftly followed by admiration. "So you knew all along? That's incredible!"
"What's incredible about it? Anyone could work that out with a little reasoning. Look at you, making such a fuss. You haven't got the composure a Maslowism warrior should have. Copy out the Maslow Quotations a hundred times and hand them to me by tomorrow evening!"
John waved a dismissive hand. He really needed to find a way to improve the Pighead Squad Leader's intelligence. With that empty head of hers, some swindler might cheat her out of everything one day, and she would come crying to him for help.
Besides, she had been stupid to begin with, and today she had taken a blow to the head. She might become even stupider.
Oh, dear—
John gave the Pighead Squad Leader a pitying look. He calmly poured himself some coffee, intending to sip his overworked-drudge drink while he considered how to raise Pighead Wendy's IQ enough for her to enjoy her old age.