My Desertion Would Be Faster Than Heros’ Obsession

The man who previously showed no interest in me was now fully focused, his nerves on edge as he listened intently.

This was where the real battle began. I just had to make sure he took the bait.

“Company Commander, have you heard about the legend of the Snowy Mountain Battalion?”

“The legend of the Snowy Mountain Battalion?”

“Yes, as you know, this battalion has an unusually high death rate.”

I whispered in a grim tone, adding to the ominous atmosphere.

“There are quite a few soldiers who claim to have seen ghosts.”

“W-what?! Ghosts?!”

“Yes. I believe the presence you felt that night might have been one.”

The company commander was the most superstitious person I had ever met. My plan was simple—implant a new superstition into his already paranoid mind and ensure he scared himself so much that he’d give up trying to find the culprit.

“A ghost? No, that’s impossible!”

But he didn’t fall for it as easily as I expected. With a resolute face, he protested.

“I already used a ghost detection kit on my first day here, and there were no signs of any ghosts!”@@novelbin@@

…Damn it. He was so devoted to his superstitions that it was actually backfiring on me.

But I wasn’t worried.

People like him—who took superstitions that seriously—were also the easiest to fool. If a superstition was unfamiliar yet convincing, they would cling to it without question.

And lucky for him, I came from a world he didn’t know. I had plenty of myths to tell.