I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

After speaking with the chief engineer, Daniel decided to head to the nearby city of Erestiom to establish contact with the General Staff Headquarters.

Though his unit had radio operators, their transmission range was limited, making it necessary to use the city's communication network instead.

Fortunately, upon arriving at Erestiom’s city hall, the mayor immediately recognized Daniel. Because of that, acquiring a telephone to make the call was effortless.

After getting through to headquarters, Daniel explained the situation.

The General Staff Headquarters acknowledged the issue and granted permission for his unit to remain in Erestiom for the time being.

Outwardly, Daniel maintained a look of disappointment and resignation.

But internally—

I get to rest for a few more days!

The battlefield and the afterlife were places best delayed for as long as possible.

Now… what should I do to make the most of this break?

As Daniel left city hall, lost in thoughts of how to entertain himself, Lucy suddenly interrupted.

“Colonel, if you don’t mind, I would like to accompany you for the day.”

Daniel’s body tensed.

He had been looking forward to enjoying some leisure time alone. The presence of Lucy, an Allied spy, was hardly something he welcomed.

“Lieutenant, I don’t imagine spending time with your superior officer is particularly enjoyable.”

It was a polite attempt to shake her off, but Lucy remained resolute.

“Even so, I wish to be with you.”

With no reasonable excuse left to refuse, Daniel reluctantly nodded.

“…Fine. Let’s start with a meal, then.”

Following the mayor’s recommendation, Daniel took Lucy to a nearby restaurant, planning to part ways after finishing a steak.

He even casually mentioned that he had other matters to attend to nearby—

“Colonel? Don’t lie to me.”

—But Lucy was unusually persistent today.

With no choice but to accept her presence, Daniel ended up escorting Lucy to a dessert café—again, recommended by the mayor.

As they sat by the window, the waiter approached with a tray in hand.

“Your order: Begenheim wine and tiramisu.”

The waiter set down two glasses of wine and a plate with a delicate slice of tiramisu.