I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

Back Alley Near Lamplamp Hotel

“Huff! Huff...!”

Ferman, wearing a wool beret, was running, gasping for air.

There was only one reason he was fleeing.

He had witnessed a red-eyed woman slaughtering his comrades.

Well—rather than witnessing, it was more accurate to say he’d heard their screams.

Ever since Lucy had used illusion magic to kill Haron, Ferman had sensed something was off and bolted without looking back.

And shortly ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) after he got outside, his comrades' screams rang out from within. He could more or less guess what was happening inside the hotel.

“Shit! What the hell went wrong…!”

Ferman’s plan had been simple.

All he wanted was to assassinate Daniel Steiner, return to the Allied Nations, get recognition, and claim his reward.

Tempret had gone on about ideals and patriotism or whatever, but Ferman had no interest in playing along with that sentimental crap.

He hadn’t thought it would be such a dangerous mission either.

No matter how infamous Daniel Steiner was, Ferman had been sure that a single man couldn’t stand against thirty veteran agents who were used to killing.

But they had run into an unexpected obstacle.

They didn’t even make it to Daniel Steiner—his adjutant alone had wiped them out like dogs.

“I don’t know how things turned out like this…”

But at least he was still alive, and for now, that was enough.

Ferman raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow and caught his breath—only to freeze.

A human silhouette was approaching slowly from the other end of the alley.

At first, he assumed it was a lost passerby. But as the distance closed, something felt wrong.

The dark-skinned man’s eyes were fixed directly on him—cold and clear.

“No way.”