"Why do I deserve this?" Makon asked himself aloud as he accepted the report from Finn.

Why did it have to be him, the commander of the 17th unit and the garrison leader of Kurani, who had to deal with the disgrace of the army, the commander of the 5th unit, Fetu?

He should just give him his report and then disappear.

Suspicious and annoyed, he looked down at Finn.

Although he held a higher rank than him, he couldn't help but look down on him.

As he took the report, he pondered how he could make his stay here hell.

The commander of the 1st unit had promised a promotion to whoever could ensure that Fetu left the army.

But ever since he reached the rank of commander, no one had been able to make him leave.

Makon sighed.

Whether he wanted to or not.

He had to get through this.

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Finn knew what everyone in the army thought of him.

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But he didn't care anymore.

After all these years, he had gotten used to it.

And yet he could never afford to make a single mistake in the presence of other soldiers or higher-ranking members of the army.

Even if he just looked at someone the wrong way, it would be enough for most to demote him.

Of all the members of the army, he definitely had it the hardest.

After he handed in his report and was waved off by Makon, he could finally make his way to the canteen.

If he was at least a little lucky today, he might still get something to eat.

There were few in the army who stood by him.

One of them was the supreme commander of the army.

Since he was appointed commander, he had openly sided with him.

He said he was glad that someone from the slums had made it to the higher ranks of the army and that he would like to support him in the future, as far as it was within his power.

Finn was truly grateful for this help.

Even though he rarely had contact with him, as most of his assignments were far from the capital.

At least he was a bit lucky today.

The canteen was empty but not yet closed.

So he could still quietly eat the leftovers of the day before retreating to his room.

For the soldiers, there were barracks outside the headquarters for sleeping and shelter.

But for commanders like him, there were special rooms provided at the headquarters.

Since they knew of his arrival, they hadn't cleaned his room beforehand.

How predictable.

Before going to sleep, he had to clean everything quietly and secretly.

On the one hand, he did not want to wake the others nearby under any circumstances.

And on the other hand, it was proper for a commander to set an example for the soldiers under him and show them that they, too, should value cleanliness.

After he finally finished cleaning his room, he could finally go to sleep.

A glance at the clock told him that he only had 4 hours of sleep before he had to get up again.

Four.

How much he hated that number.