I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

A Few Days Later

Imperial General Staff Headquarters, Daniel Steiner’s Private Office

“……”

As usual, Lucy was organizing documents in Daniel’s stead when her ears perked up.

From the corridor, she heard a familiar set of footsteps.

Recognizing the sound as Daniel Steiner’s, she instinctively jumped up from her seat.

She was so happy that he had returned that her body reacted before her mind could catch up.

Just as she was about to rush to the door and welcome him, she suddenly hesitated.

…This feels like…

Like a dog eagerly waiting for its master.

Realizing how pathetic that seemed, Lucy let out a quiet sigh.

Just then—

Creak.

The office door swung open, and Daniel walked in.

She had been worried about his injury—after all, he had been hit in the forehead with a brick.

But his appearance was completely normal.

No, in fact, he looked better than usual.

“Oh, if it isn’t my lovely adjutant. Did you keep my office safe while I was gone?”

Daniel grinned as he spoke, but Lucy felt a sudden chill run down her spine.

…‘My lovely adjutant?’

Not only was that an expression he never used, but his tone also carried an unusual hint of cheerfulness.

Did he suffer brain damage?

She had heard about cases like this before.

It wasn’t common, but some people who suffered serious head trauma experienced personality changes.