I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

Daniel spent an additional day in the hospital before completing his discharge procedures and stepping outside.

As the sunlight poured down, he took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand to touch his forehead.

The same spot where the brick had struck two days ago.

"It was real, wasn't it..."

Yesterday, after sending Woelrm away, Daniel had been about to rest in his hospital room when an unexpected visitor barged in.

Tom, whom he hadn't summoned, suddenly stormed in, dropped to his knees, and began apologizing profusely.

When Daniel, confused, demanded an explanation, Tom confessed: "Someone else threw the brick before I could."

In other words, Daniel hadn’t been hit by a fake brick—he had been struck by a real one.

"No wonder there was so much blood… and why it hurt so damn much..."

If the brick had hit him directly instead of grazing his forehead, he might not even be standing here now.

"Unbelievable."

Logically speaking, there shouldn't have been anyone in the protest willing to resort to violence.

The protestors were mostly acting under orders from the noble faction—if they attacked Daniel Steiner, their political adversary, in a public space, it would only put them in a disadvantageous position.

Even if they had managed to seriously injure him, leaving him in a coma, they wouldn't have been able to escape Princess Selvia's wrath.

Selvia would have seized the opportunity to mobilize the military under the pretext of investigating the forces behind the attack on Daniel, a war hero, further solidifying imperial centralization.

"And yet..."

It was baffling that someone had acted on pure emotion and thrown a brick at him.

Still, from Daniel’s perspective, this wasn’t a bad development.

He had heard that the culprit had been caught red-handed.

According to the report, the assailant was not just an ordinary protestor but a high-ranking organizer who had played a leading role in the demonstrations.

"An insider resorted to violence—now the nobles won’t be able to refute it."

Under normal circumstances, they would have countered with claims like “Daniel Steiner's staged propaganda has gone too far,” but with an internal figure caught in the act, they had no choice but to stay silent.

"If the Empire’s largest newspaper remains silent on this..."

It would plant doubt in the minds of the people—was The Imperial Daily, funded by nobles, deliberately biased in its reporting?

Even if they reluctantly published a neutral report to maintain their credibility, it wouldn’t matter.

That alone would be equivalent to them admitting that the anti-war protests had turned violent.

"They just lost one of their weapons against me—for good."

Just as Daniel was feeling satisfied with how events had unfolded—