I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

Without fully understanding Lucy's reaction, Daniel headed towards the palace's indoor garden after work.

Following the guidance of the head of the inner division, Daniel entered the garden and saw Selvia sitting while gently stroking a Doberman.

The Doberman, who had been purring under Selvia's touch, soon sensed a presence and lifted its head.

The Doberman, with its ears perked, quickly bared its teeth and growled.

Seeing this, Selvia stood up and turned towards the direction the Doberman was guarding.

There stood Daniel, neatly dressed in military uniform.

As their eyes met, Daniel placed a hand on his chest and bowed politely.

"Your Highness, Princess. I have come as requested."

Selvia gave a faint smile in response to his greeting.

Perhaps because of the recent events that had exhausted her, her face seemed tired.

"I've been waiting for you. Please, have a seat, and let’s talk..."

Selvia stopped mid-sentence and tilted her head in confusion.

Daniel was staring intently at the Doberman, who was still growling at him.

"...Lieutenant Colonel Daniel? Do you like dogs?"

Only then did Daniel realize his gaze was fixed on the dog, and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I don't dislike them. I used to have a retriever in the past."

"Is that so?"

After a brief moment of contemplation, Selvia spoke with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Then would you like to pet him?"