My Desertion Would Be Faster Than Heros’ Obsession

"Hrk…."

The company commander’s body slowly collapsed.

I waited a moment until he completely lost consciousness, then, once his breathing had settled into a peaceful rhythm, I smiled and plucked the tranquilizer dart from the back of his neck.

"Perfect."

I had even mastered Taro’s dart-shooting technique by now.

After all, any officer worth their salt had to pick up all sorts of miscellaneous skills.

Since this was the Snowy Mountain Battalion—the absolute frontlines—the weapons supplied here were significantly more potent than those at the Cledore Mountain Battalion. Back there, a dart could only paralyze someone like Winter, but the ones here? They could knock a man out cold.

With this, the legend I had told the company commander had now been perfectly realized.

There was a ghost that hopped through the halls with its arms stretched forward.

And every time that ghost sucked a person’s soul, that person would briefly faint.

When the company commander woke up from this unconscious state, he would be absolutely convinced that he had become the ghost’s target.@@novelbin@@

Which meant it was only a matter of time before he ran away from this unit.

“Hehehe…”

For the sake of my discharge, I would stop at nothing.

That’s what being a soldier meant!

If they told us the only way to get discharged was to cut off the head of a neighboring country’s emperor, we would prepare our knives without hesitation!

"I'll have you fleeing this unit within a month…"

If he found out the truth, I’d be erased without a trace.

But I had no way of escaping this unit.

So the only logical conclusion was to make him flee instead.

Simple. Clean. Effective.

***

One Week Later

After that, Red and I continued our little performance at regular intervals.

Twice a week, like clockwork, we staged ghost appearances… and knocked out the company commander.