I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

Having ascended to the throne, Emperor Selvia delivered her official address, outlining her vision and policy stance. Following that, she began acknowledging the contributions of key political and military figures.

Her intent was clear—to solidify her authority by publicly recognizing those who were truly aligned with her rule.

Naturally, Daniel Steiner was among those honored.

“Lieutenant Colonel Daniel Steiner, Operations Officer of the General Staff, step forward.”

Selvia had informed him in advance, so it was no surprise.

Adjusting his uniform, Daniel stepped onto the red carpet and knelt on one knee.

From her throne, Selvia looked down at him and began speaking in a measured tone.

“Lieutenant Colonel Daniel Steiner. You have not only led numerous battles to victory, but you have also demonstrated outstanding diplomatic ability in negotiations with the Kingdom of Eldresia and the neutral state of Belanos, securing immense benefits for the Empire and the Imperial Family.”

Daniel lowered his head deeply.

“Your Majesty, you overpraise me.”

At his humble response, Selvia gave a faint smile.

“It is no exaggeration. Recently, you turned the Kingdom of Belmore’s surprise attack to our advantage, capturing their Crown Prince as a prisoner. As a result, through a prisoner exchange, the Empire was able to secure valuable strategic resources while safely reclaiming the engineers held captive by the enemy.”

She deliberately omitted any mention of his role in exposing traitors.

Not all nobles were hostile to Selvia, but there were plenty in attendance who harbored resentment toward her. There was no need to stir unnecessary controversy.

“Such accomplishments deserve due recognition. Therefore, on this occasion, I hereby promote Daniel Steiner.”

No sooner had Selvia finished speaking than Johannes, the Commander of the Imperial Guard, approached carrying a box wrapped in the national flag.

“Rise.”

At Selvia’s command, Daniel nodded and stood.

Johannes solemnly unfurled the flag and retrieved a Colonel’s insignia from the box.

As he affixed the new rank to Daniel’s uniform with practiced ease, he muttered in a voice so low that only Daniel could hear:

“…You may deceive the Emperor, but you won’t deceive me.”

A chill ran down Daniel’s spine.

He instinctively turned to look at Johannes.

But Johannes, wearing a neutral expression, merely completed the insignia adjustment and stepped back—as if he had never spoken at all.