My Desertion Would Be Faster Than Heros’ Obsession

92 Days Until Discharge.

“Oh my god….”

The moment I opened my eyes in the morning, I clapped a hand over my mouth in pure emotion.

“Three months! I just have to endure three more months!”

Ever since the hellish ordeal of suppressing the Second Prince’s forces, nothing disastrous had happened to me.@@novelbin@@

I still hadn’t heard what exactly became of the Second Prince’s army, but given the sheer chaos within the Imperial military, the Border Defense Army remained largely unaffected. There was no war with the Felony Empire, either.

Since then, I had been safely holed up in this snowy mountain battalion, spending my time shooting at targets and hunting monsters—no unnecessary external missions or joint training exercises.

The sergeants I had grown close to—Luna, Ash, and Norman—had all been promoted and reassigned to different units. Left alone in my quarters, I had passed my days exchanging letters with Aquila.

The only thing that had piqued my interest lately was the suspected presence of a revolutionary faction among the officers of the Snowy Mountain Battalion.

From my previous conversation with the battalion commander, it was clear that he was involved. The company commander also had to be a part of it.

I had confirmed the organization’s existence to some extent, yet despite spending nearly two years in this battalion, they had yet to trust me enough to reveal its full scope.

If I could connect them with April after my discharge, it would be useful.

With that thought, I slowly slithered out from under my blankets. It was time for breakfast.

But when I stepped out into the hallway, something felt… off.

What’s gotten into everyone?

Normally, I’d have snapped at them for making such a ruckus in the corridors. But as someone in the final stretch of their service, I decided to let it slide. A soon-to-be civilian should maintain their seniority and avoid unnecessary disputes.

“Hey, what’s going on?”