CHAPTER 87

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“I like this one because it’s particularly ferocious.”

The inspector’s face hardened at the word ‘ferocious.’
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“Bite, scratch, kick… Besides, it’s a terrible one who only picks and bites vital parts.”

…With her lower mouth, as if he was going to cut it off.

“I saw a lot of blood before taming it.”

“Captain, are you threatening me now?”

“A threat? I don’t know if it’s possible for a captain to dare threaten the inspector.”

Of course, the inspector was proving with his whole body that it was possible.

“Captain Winston, the army is not a club for rich men who are bored with life. Your superiors seem to be turning a blind eye to the Captain’s unfaithful actions because of the family name and your father’s shadow, but tricks like that don’t work for me.”

“Inspector.”

Leon’s voice, which had been light all along, sank heavily.

“I hope you know that it is an insult not only to me but also to my family and to my deceased father.”

He was genuinely outraged by the accusation of being an inept officer who had coasted through the army on the coattails of his father’s influence and noble status.

He took immense pride in his achievements, having graduated at the top of his class from the military academy, earned the rank of captain at a young age, and received numerous accolades—all attributable to his own abilities.

To insinuate that his military service was merely a leisurely pursuit was an indescribable insult.

Leon never treated his duty as a soldier, especially in the extermination of rebels, with anything less than utmost seriousness. While he did derive some personal satisfaction from the interrogation process, where his private cravings intersected with public goals, what harm was there in finding enjoyment in one’s work?

To him, it wasn’t solely his wealth and influence that granted him leniency within the military. Even if there were some allowances, they didn’t impede his consistently exemplary performance.

He glared at the reckless uninvited guest.

“I’ll give you a chance to take your statement back and apologize.”

The middle-aged man had a sinking feeling that he had committed a grave error by getting himself entangled in this mess. He had slandered the nobility and insulted a deceased hero. If news of this incident spread among the military and noble society, things could spiral out of control.

Nevertheless, as the inspector appointed by the King, he couldn’t back down in the face of the Captain’s demeanor.

“It is the captain who needs a chance to apologize. I will report to Commander Davenport as soon as I return to the command of this disastrous incident, including today’s uncooperative and disturbing attitude.”

However, even as the inspector mentioned the commander, the captain simply burst into derisive laughter.

“Let’s go together. I also have a story to share.”

I’ll make you like this soon.

Leon stroked the commander’s daughter, who was trembling in fear and curled the ends of his eyes.

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Inside the commander’s secretary’s office, the intermittent sound of a typewriter filled the air. Leon stood by the window, occasionally glancing outside, and rolled up his shirt sleeve to check his watch. It had been over thirty minutes since the inspector entered the commander’s office.

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