I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

Early Morning

Lamplamp Hotel Lobby

“Hmm.”

Tempret sat on a couch in the lobby, lazily chewing gum before finally speaking.

"Is everyone here?"

At his words, the man sitting across from him, Ferman, gave a slight nod.

As usual, he wore a wool beret on his head.

"Everyone except for one."
"Huh? Who’s missing?"
"Bilbosel."

Bilbosel?

After a brief silence, Tempret furrowed his brow as he recalled who that was.

"That’s the guy who was tailing Daniel Steiner yesterday. The one who tipped us off that he had entered the Lamplamp Hotel."
"That’s right. But when I tried contacting him this morning, he didn’t answer."
"Didn’t answer, huh…"

Chomp. Chomp.

Tempret continued chewing his gum for a while before scratching his cheek.

"That leaves two possibilities. Either he chickened out and ran for his life, or he got too cocky, thinking he could kill Daniel Steiner on his own—and got his head lopped off for it."

He blew a bubble, letting it expand until—

Pop!

The gum burst, sticking to his lips.

Tempret flicked out his tongue, casually licking up the stray bits before continuing to chew.

Ferman, watching this display with growing anxiety, hesitated before speaking.

"If it’s the latter, shouldn’t we be more concerned? If Bilbosel spilled our plan, we could all end up dead—"
"I see it differently."

Tempret shrugged.

"You know as well as I do—this hotel doesn’t have a back exit. If anyone wants to leave, they have to pass through this lobby."

"Even if Bilbosel ratted us out, it wouldn’t change much."

"But still—"

"Sure, Daniel Steiner might call for reinforcements. So what? Before they can make a move, we just storm up to his room and shoot him."

Even if Daniel Steiner had moved to another room, it wasn’t an issue.

Among the spies gathered here, there were specialists in tracking.

And while a few members of Daniel’s security detail were likely staying in the hotel, this wasn’t a battlefield.

This was indoor combat.