Compared to mastery over laws, rapport and cohesion were the true keys to victory in war!
"What about you, Lynn?"
The Captain asked.
Holding a fork and swirling his glass of red wine, Lynn smiled. "Me? Of course I'll be here eating steak, singing songs, and waiting for them. I'm the instructor, after all. Without my supervision, wouldn't everything descend into chaos?"
The Captain took out a document. "That may be true, but Sir Awen and Silver Fantasy just asked me to bring you some paperwork. It concerns the planning of Dark Night City and the consolidation of the various factions' resources. They hope you can handle it while you're here."
Lynn's eyes widened. "Seriously? I came here precisely to get away from that!"
The Captain: "..."
But Lynn didn't refuse. He casually accepted the document with a (*￣︶￣) expression and said:
"Still, no problem. If it's just this little stack, I'm sure I can finish it! Piece of cake!"
Lynn opened it.
But he soon realized something was wrong.
For some reason, despite how thin the stack was, he simply couldn't seem to reach the end.
After flipping through tens of thousands of pages, Lynn panicked.
"Wait!"
"Why are there more pages every time I turn one?! More and more!! Wasn't there supposed to be only a little?!"
Captain Constantine said:
"There were too many documents for me to bring them all in. But since this is a dream, I compressed their volume a little. I'll leave you to it, Lynn. I have other business, so I'll head back first."
"W-wait! Captain! How about taking some of this off my hands?! I'll give you half! Just half!!"
Captain Constantine, who had only just stood up, instantly vanished without leaving so much as a cloud behind.
"..."
Time flew by.