Marley, Gniez, headquarters.
"Spare no expense. Use every connection we have in the Mid-East Allied Forces, whether merchants or embassies. Do whatever it takes to rescue Poet!"
Magath was shouting at his trusted subordinates.
"Yes, sir!" several Marleyan officers answered in unison.
"Captain, wouldn't that expose Poet's true identity? If that happens, she won't ever be able to appear under her original identity again," Koslow said worriedly.
Magath was momentarily speechless. His brow furrowed. An agent like Zoe had offended countless nobles and enemy military departments. Once her identity as "Poet" became public, she would likely face an endless hunt. Even if she went into hiding under another name, survival would be extremely difficult.
"Damn it!" Magath slammed his fist into the desk.
"Sir, an urgent message from the director of the Special Operations Department!" A messenger rushed into the office with a telegram.
Magath immediately stepped forward and took it.
[I have already sent "Angel" and "Dusk" to carry out the rescue together. I will arrange for "Poet" to escape by faking her death.]
Only then did Magath's expression ease a little. What he had said to Rundstedt earlier had worked after all.
"Magath."
Just then, Calvi walked into the office.
"Marshal!"
"Marshal!"
The officers in the office all saluted.
Calvi waved a hand.
"It's late. Aren't you going to get some rest?"
"Marshal, sir, there were a few matters that needed handling. They've been dealt with now," Magath replied.
"Everyone, get some rest," Magath then ordered.
The commanding officers, already exhausted after a busy day, dispersed.
Magath poured a glass of red wine each for Calvi and himself.
Holding his wine, Calvi stepped into the corridor outside the office.
Magath and Calvi stood in the corridor outside the office. Calvi took a sip of wine and gazed at