"Furthermore, your military talent is also..."
Before the sentence was finished, the Lieutenant Colonel passed out, and the medical officer hurriedly had the medics carry the Lieutenant Colonel, who still had an arrow in his knee, away.
"The Lieutenant Colonel holds you in high regard."
Lieutenant Paul, who had just run back after cursing someone out, happened to hear the end of the conversation. Normally he somewhat looked down on the "pretty boy from Logistics," but now he seemed to have found his mainstay, his face glowing with excitement.
"Really?"
Pasiphael gave a wry smile.
For someone who aimed to be a salary thief and hoped to retire early to live a peaceful life as a historian, the term "military talent" felt almost sarcastic.
At this point, there was no benefit in dwelling on such feelings.
"Activate the communication device, I'm taking over command of the fleet as the on-site commander."
