My Desertion Would Be Faster Than Heros’ Obsession

64 Days Until Discharge.

“Where the hell is the logistics officer?”

It was the middle of the night, and here I was, wandering through the hallway, looking for him.

I had already checked his office, but he wasn’t there. He was probably in the break room or the supply storage.

I just want to go back to my room and sleep.

But no matter how I looked at it, the blankets that came in with this round of supplies were absolute garbage. Sure, military supplies were always bad, but this was next level. The damn thing wasn’t warm at all!

Determined to complain about it, I kept walking—until I noticed a light coming from the company commander’s office.

Muffled voices filtered through the door.

Who’s in there?

The commander didn’t interact much with the other officers. The only people he really spoke to were the other Imperial-born non-commissioned officers.

“Who said I was demoted, huh?!”

Bang!

The sound of a fist slamming down on a desk echoed from inside, followed by the slurred speech of a drunk man.@@novelbin@@

So, he’s been drinking.

Not surprising. I already knew officers secretly smuggled in alcohol.

But the topic of his demotion was interesting.

I leaned against the door, pressing my ear closer. The commander’s drunken voice was thick with resentment.