I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

Tears welled up in Theobald’s eyes.

He had come here with firm resolve, yet now he faced the bitter truth—his cause would never be realized.

And the fear was creeping in. A single wrong word could cost him his life.

“On top of that…”

Someone who should be here was missing.

As a strange sense of unease took hold, Theobald’s eyes darted around, and then—he realized.

“They’re not here.”

Denders and Kontim, who had left the textile factory with him, were nowhere to be seen.

Before carrying out the operation, Theobald had given clear orders: separate to avoid detection, then regroup at Daniel Steiner’s location.

No matter how sudden the attack, they would need to strike from multiple angles to stand a chance against someone like Daniel, who was capable of neural acceleration.

Even if one of them failed, the other could still complete the mission.

But now, there was no sign of them.

As if they had forgotten the plan altogether, their presence had vanished from this place.

There was only one explanation.

Denders and Kontim had been captured before they even got here.

"If they managed to take down Denders and Kontim in advance, then surely, they could have captured me just as easily. And yet… they let me wander freely on the streets."

This was no coincidence.

It was Daniel Steiner’s mercy.

Or perhaps, his idea of amusement.

A predator playing with a mouse before killing it.

The realization made Theobald’s stomach churn. A wave of nausea rose within him.

“Ugh… hic…”

A choked sob escaped his lips.

His face darkened, his expression twisting with quiet despair.

Now that it was over, he saw no reason to keep up appearances.

Of course, to Daniel, who was watching all of this unfold, the scene was simply baffling.