Count Kaledra Is Wary

After breakfast and finishing his day's duties, Daniel returned to his hotel room, humming a tune.

Thinking he could put an end to his perilous life in the Empire put him in a good mood.

‘Now, not only do I no longer have to see Lucy, who wants me dead, but I don't have to worry about being sentenced to death at a war crimes trial.’

On top of that, the risk of dying from a stray bullet on the battlefield would disappear too, making it a triple blessing.

With a gentle smile across his face, Daniel opened the kitchen refrigerator and took out Roquefort cheese and some ice.

A distinctive, powerful aroma wafted from Roquefort, also known as blue cheese.

‘Good. It’s nicely aged.’

This was the cheese the townspeople had bought with pooled money and given Daniel as a gift when he left Nordia.

It was expensive cheese, and he had intended to ration it, but since he would soon be leaving the Empire anyway, there was no need to hesitate any longer.

Daniel put the cheese on the table, then took a bottle of standard-issue whiskey and a glass from the shelf...