I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 219

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Episode 219

An unexpectedly high application rate.

It was only natural that Lieutenant Edith’s hands trembled as she panicked.

“You guys… did you properly hear that completing this means you have to go to the Western Front?”

“Yes! We were already planning to go to the Western Front anyway!”

“I was originally thinking of applying for the Western Front, but if it’s tactics, wouldn’t that be even cooler!”

“I really want to take this!”

Words that were hard to comprehend.

Lieutenant Edith very quietly pinched the back of her thigh.

‘It hurts.’

This definitely wasn’t a dream.

Then what on earth was this situation?

“Uh…”

Lieutenant Edith turned her head to look at the other battalion commanders.

Their reactions weren’t much different either.

In any case, the number of applicants, which they thought would be fewer than 50, had exploded.

So while it was a good problem to have, they needed to decide who would be eliminated.

“For now… for now, everyone take your seats.”

“Take seats!!”

The cadets sat down while repeating orders they never usually did.

Lieutenant Edith pondered for a moment before slowly opening her mouth.

“Due to the large number of applicants, we’ll receive the list by platoon. So you can think it over once more.”

“Yes!!”

Eyes filled with the desire to go.

Lieutenant Edith still couldn’t get her bearings.

And General Chelsa, who would hear about this fact a little later, would react exactly the same way.

* * *

“Medical carriages. A brilliant yet practical idea. If deployed, results would show immediately.”

“Yes, I think so too. It will really be a great help.”

The Emperor showed a surprised reaction upon reviewing the medical carriages that had come up in Commander Bast’s work report.

“That carriage the Crown Prince was looking at on the training ground last time must have been this.”

“It seems so.”

Rosen also nodded while recalling that memory.

“Is this Colonel Paran Oclo’s work again?”

It was written that the Oclo Trading Guild would handle all the supplies.

It was too easy to guess whose work this was.

It wasn’t just a day or two that he’d been bringing brilliant systems and items.

“He says he created this thinking he had to somehow fix things after seeing allied forces dying in front of Belzium Castle. He’s truly a dedicated soldier.”

Bast seemed genuinely moved.

To him, who could be seen as a model soldier, the medical carriage story was almost like a movie.

“Anyone can have ideas, but taking that extra step forward is impressive every time I see it. But is the Oclo Trading Guild going to make all of these?”

Bast nodded at the Emperor’s question.

“Yes, they say they’ve secured sufficient production networks, and since the design itself is 100% from the Oclo Trading Guild, we had no choice but to entrust it to them. His Highness the Crown Prince also gave permission on site.”

“Hmm.”

Having experienced war multiple times, the Emperor could intuitively understand.

Medical carriages would become essential elements in future wars.

And several would be destroyed in each battle, creating steady demand.

‘He’s hit the gold mine precisely.’

Paran Oclo, who always had excellent skills at creating something for the military.

At the same time, enormous amounts of money always flowed into the Oclo Family’s coffers.

“Proceed well with this.”

While there were some concerning aspects, if achievements were made, there should be a corresponding share to take, so the Emperor passed the documents without much comment.

“But Commander.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Starting with medical carriages, there are many things that will require military budget.”

“Yes…? Ah, yes. Since it’s wartime after all.”

Bast was momentarily confused, unable to grasp the intention behind such an obvious statement.

“Money isn’t infinite, so we should reduce the budget going to other places at this opportunity.”

The Emperor’s gaze naturally turned toward Rosen.

“Drastically cut the budget going to the Academy.”

“Then there will be backlash…”

“When it doesn’t even help the war, is there any reason to keep supporting them? Actions must have consequences.”

The Emperor’s words were quite emotional.

While Rosen sympathized in his heart, he pondered for a moment before bowing his head.

“Your Majesty, while there are indeed problems, if that happens, tuition will rise and scholarships will disappear, making it impossible for commoners to attend the Academy. They aren’t the main body of those refusing military service.”

If budget support was cut off, naturally that amount would have to be covered by tuition.

Academy tuition wasn’t that cheap to begin with.

While nobles or wealthy commoners wouldn’t be affected, commoners who tightened their belts to attend the Academy wouldn’t be able to continue their studies.

If the ladder for commoners’ social advancement disappeared like that, public sentiment would inevitably worsen.

“Then find a way to harm those who were the main axis of opposition this time. We can’t just let this slide.”

He said he’d given up on bringing them to the military.

But he never said he’d allow them to live as comfortably as usual.

“Understood. I’ll draft a plan.”

Rosen answered while bowing his head.

“Come to think of it, Commander, is the tactical education for cadets proceeding properly?”

“Well… we’re currently in the selection process, but it seems we’ll probably increase the numbers.”

“Hm? Still in selection? There shouldn’t be that many applicants.”

The Emperor also knew to some extent that cadets avoided the Western Front, even without looking into it specifically.

So he thought there wouldn’t be many applicants, but Bast’s words were different.

“Not at all. A total of 840 applied, and if my memory is correct, they’re scheduled to take an exam tomorrow for selection.”

“840 people…? What’s that suddenly about?”

More than half the personnel.

Even Rosen, who was standing beside the Emperor, was shocked.

“Yes, I was surprised when I heard too. Haha, isn’t it truly admirable? I felt once again that the Empire’s future is bright.”

Bast smiled with an expression of pure joy.

In a way, it was natural.

Motivated junior officers not only breathed life into the military but would become the backbone of the organization in the future.

“Truly excellent. Truly…”

Unexpected news.

The Emperor put down his pen for a moment and rested his chin on his hand.

“Is there something that concerns you?”

“It’s not that, but wouldn’t this become an excellent tool if used well?”

“Yes…?”

Bast tilted his head as if he didn’t quite understand.

The Emperor continued speaking in response to that reaction.

“Similar ages, but cadets who voluntarily go to the front lines versus Academy students who hide behind the law and run away – isn’t that clearly provocative? Don’t you think so, Rosen?”

Rosen, who grasped the picture the Emperor wanted, pondered for a moment before nodding.

“If we do that… there will definitely be a reaction.”

While he had connections to academia and didn’t like it, this time Rosen couldn’t take their side.

“Contact the press and prepare the work. Getting interviews with the cadets would be good too.”

“Yes, I’ll give orders to prepare it immediately.”

Since it was a command from the Emperor’s mouth.

The work was prepared faster and more swiftly than ever before.

And before long, provocative articles began pouring out.

* * *

“The weapon known to have been used by Lord Hamus is indeed in the 2nd-class warehouse. However, what’s here isn’t at a level for actual combat use.”

“I suppose all the good stuff is in the 1st-class warehouse.”

While having a brief conversation with warehouse manager Vent, I stepped into the 2nd-Class Imperial Warehouse.

“Yes, after all, it has high historical value.”

“That’s right. He was a founding contributor.”

“If you’re thinking of actually using it, I’ll guide you to where the good weapons are gathered.”

A manager so kind that outsiders might think we knew each other.

According to him, his seven-year-old son really likes me.

‘I wonder how I became so popular with kids.’

Well, there’s nothing bad about it.

Young fans will later become adults with purchasing power and become major customers of the Oclo Trading Guild.

“Still, let me see Lord Hamus’s sword first. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

“Yes, there’s plenty of time, so go ahead.”

By the way, once you enter the warehouse, you have to choose before leaving, and the time limit is until the manager gets off work.

‘Since it’s nine in the morning now, there’s about eight hours left.’

Of course, that’s far from enough to look around this entire place, but didn’t I bring the answer key?

It’s right to consider it leisurely.

Click

As I walked into the warehouse, there was another door, and Vent took out a key to open it.

“Is this a more important space?”

“The areas are just divided. You can think of this as where items with historical value are gathered.”

“Ah.”

Nodding my head as I entered the opened warehouse, a space much wider than I had thought from outside unfolded.

‘Why are there so many items?’

What was more surprising was that all the items were maintained without a speck of dust.

“It must be hard to clean all this.”

“Haha, I won’t deny it. But I’ve been doing it since I was young, so it’s fine.”

By the way, Imperial Warehouse managers are beyond iron rice bowl – they’re mithril-grade civil servants.

“That’s tough work.”

“Thank you. Lord Hamus’s sword is… yes, here it is.”

Swords arranged neatly in rows.

They weren’t stored in separate cases or anything.

‘Wow, how many swords is this?’

Hamus himself had said he had many swords.

But seeing it with my own eyes, the quantity was considerable.

“It looks like over 100 swords total.”

“Exactly 137 swords are here. I’ll be cleaning nearby, so take your time looking around.”

“Yes.”

After scanning with my eyes, I took out one that looked somewhat useful.

‘It’s not as incredibly heavy as I thought.’

But if there was a problem, whether from the long passage of time or heavy use, there were considerable signs of damage.

“If it’s that sword, it was used by Lord Pabren Rahila, the 12th Imperial Knight Commander. After sweeping through battlefields, it reached the end of its lifespan and eventually ended up in the warehouse.”

“Ah, I see.”

The 12th – it’s hard to even gauge how long ago that was.

“Was this one used too then?”

This time I picked up a different sword and showed it to Vent.

“Yes, the records for that one were lost so we don’t know exactly who, but it’s a sword that went out with the Imperial Knights and came back.”

“Most of them were used.”

“Since Lord Hamus’s weapons were all masterpieces, it seems the Imperial Knights have coveted them since long ago.”

Well, if I were at the level of Imperial Knights, a sword used by Hamus?

I definitely wouldn’t be able to resist it.

‘They handled them so roughly that now they’re all just antiques.’

Originally these should have rusted away and disappeared, but they’re only being preserved because of the historical value of the figure named Hamus.

‘Then wouldn’t that weapon have been used too?’

I was quite anxious, but since I didn’t know, I picked up swords one by one to check the area below the handle.

‘Ruvoe, Ruvoe. Where are you?’

The answer I received from Hamus.

I looked through about thirty swords, but hadn’t seen it yet.

“Is there something specific you’re looking for by any chance?”

Vent asked with ghostly intuition.

He would surely know, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask.

If he judged that I knew some tremendous secret and was taking it, a report would go up to the Emperor.

And then things would definitely get quite complicated.

“No. I’m just looking around. As a swordsman, it’s hard to take my eyes off any of them.”

“Ah, I see. But you can’t use time too leisurely. You need to choose one today.”

“Understood. Thank you for your concern.”

I showed a business smile and answered, then continued examining the weapons.

Like that for about 40 minutes.

It wasn’t quite a miracle, but through effort, I was able to get my hands on a sword with the letters ‘Ruvoe’ written on it.

The problem was.

“This is… really an antique. No, it’s just junk.”

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