I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 241

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Episode 241
“And there are five more of my classmates currently undergoing physical training with the goal of joining the Intelligence Agency!”
It seemed these were the six people who had told Major General Gadus they wanted to join the Intelligence Command.
‘I have no idea. They’ll figure it out on their own.’
There’s nothing worse than this sort of thing.
But I didn’t threaten them with a sword and force them to join the Intelligence Agency, did I?
Everyone lives their own life.
“Right, I’ll cheer you on from afar.”
“Thank you so much!!!”
Once again, I fled from the Training Ground as that voice echoed across it.
“At your service.”
The moment I stepped onto the reviewing stand, I saluted first.
‘Why are there so many?’
From a distance, I could only see Major General Gadus, but as I drew closer, there were nearly ten high-ranking officers, starting with the Vice Commander.
“Did you come to observe the training, Lieutenant Colonel?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
I gave a brief reply to Major General Gadus.
“Now that I think about it, I heard you created the ambulance carriage, Lieutenant Colonel.”
“I provided the idea, but the actual construction was done together with people from the Guild.”
“That’s all the same, isn’t it? Watch from here beside me. Bring another chair.”
Before he could even finish speaking, the Adjutant brought a folding chair.
‘Damn it.’
See? I had good reason to try escaping.
‘This is exactly why you shouldn’t get involved with overly enthusiastic people.’
They have good hearts and act like aces, but I never want to see them again.
“How could I possibly sit next to you, Instructor?”
“We’ve worked together for quite some time, yet we’ve had so little conversation. Let’s take this opportunity to chat.”
‘No. I’ve never worked with you.’
Just because we’re in the same space doesn’t make us colleagues.
His logic is far too self-serving.
“Yes, sir….”
Since the Instructor had said this much, I couldn’t refuse.
I managed my expression as best I could and sat beside Major General Gadus.
‘The composition is brutally photogenic.’
If they took a picture like this, it could win a Pulitzer Prize this year.
“Aren’t you busy with work these days?”
“Yes, though surely everyone is busy at this time.”
“That’s right—with a battle looming that could cost us our lives.”
At Major General Gadus’s words, my gaze turned toward the direction where the mine was located without my realizing it.
“For something so imminent, there’s still quite a bit of time remaining.”
“The enemy wouldn’t be making a show of force here if they had confidence in taking this place.”
It was somewhat complacent thinking, perhaps, but hardly incorrect.
‘If they’d had the confidence, they would have struck long ago. Since they haven’t, they’re making a demonstration at the mine instead.’
Of course, that demonstration was proving to be genuinely painful.
“If things proceed as they are, we’ll achieve victory without bloodshed here.”
“I hope that’s the case, sir.”
Of course, that meant no bloodshed would occur in this location.
Adman Castle would see fierce fighting instead.
“It’s beginning.”
At Major General Gadus’s words, I turned my gaze and spotted Colonel Hanna emerging into the center of the Training Ground.
“Sir! The Medical Transport Battalion will now commence emergency evacuation field training!”
Colonel Hanna’s voice rang out with surprising force, utterly at odds with her usual demeanor.
She was in full professional mode.
“From this moment forward, we shall treat this location as a battlefield! The structure to the right is the Medical Tent!”
I turned my head and spotted a barracks with “Medical” written on it to the right of the Training Ground.
As her explanation continued, familiar faces of officers emerged into the center of the Training Ground.
‘The Tactical Officer Corps.’
All faces I’d seen before.
Upon reaching the center, they suddenly threw themselves to the ground.
“Ugh.”
“Ah, help me.”
Their groans were decidedly unconvincing.
They were clearly playing the role of the wounded.
‘They’re really going through the wringer.’
The life of a newly commissioned officer was indeed that demanding.
I waited briefly, watching their awkward performance, when a carriage came racing toward us at speed.
“Oh.”
“So that’s it.”
It resembled an ordinary carriage yet was distinctly different in appearance.
The commanders craned their necks forward, taking in the sight of the ambulance carriage.
‘It’s been well constructed.’
A sense of pride welled up within me unbidden.
Screech!
The carriage halted directly before the wounded, and two Soldiers descended.
“Casualty spotted! Casualty spotted!”
“Casualty spotted! Casualty spotted!”
The moment their feet touched the ground, they began shouting those strange lines as they rushed toward the nearby wounded.
‘That’s Chloe.’
In my assessment, this was ninety-nine percent intentional.
“Check perimeter! Check perimeter!”
“Check surroundings! Check surroundings!”
Soldiers shouting while turning their heads left and right with Chloe in front of them.
It’s absolutely absurd, and what’s even more astonishing is that this isn’t where it ends.
“Identify hazards! Identify hazards!”
“Identify hazards! Identify hazards!”
They just checked the surroundings, so what’s this about identifying hazards now?
“Emergency priority! Emergency priority!”
“Emergency priority! Emergency priority!”
This time, I don’t even understand what it means.
“Check consciousness! Check consciousness!”
“Check consciousness! Check consciousness!”
One soldier approached Chloe and tapped her shoulders with both hands.
“Hello! Hello! I’m Sergeant Bazik from the Medical Transport Battalion! Can you hear my voice!”
“Yes… ugh.”
“Can you stand up?”
“No. My legs… my legs won’t move.”
Though Chloe demonstrated considerable acting skill to create a convincing scene, my Soldier Brothers were razor-sharp.
“Triage! Triage!”
“Triage! Triage!”
They shouted yet another strange phrase and unfolded the stretcher they’d brought.
They transferred Chloe onto it.
‘Still, their movements are swift.’
Perhaps because he held the rank of sergeant, he clearly had experience.
“Patient transport! Patient transport!”
“Patient transport! Patient transport!”
Two soldiers carrying the stretcher shouted once more and moved Chloe to the ambulance carriage.
And waiting in the carriage was a staff officer with the rank of sergeant major.
The first thing he did upon seeing the patient was.
“Check patient status! Check patient status!”
‘Good grief.’
It might be better not to watch.
“You’ve all prepared remarkably well, and I expect the same level of performance in actual combat.”
“Thank you!!”
After training ended, the Medical Transport Battalion members standing in four-column formation answered with delighted expressions.
Well, for something newly introduced, they really did perform admirably.
‘Those strange phrases in the middle… they’ll naturally eliminate them in actual combat.’
It was probably unavoidable given that the Military is the epitome of inefficiency.
“Remember that saving one person is equivalent to eliminating an enemy soldier—approach it with that mindset.”
“Yes, sir!!”
“Reassuring. How many ambulance carriages are currently in operation?”
“Fifty units!”
Colonel Hanna, standing at the front, answered Major General Gadus’s question.
‘More than I expected.’
It seemed the factory had been running without pause.
“I wish we could produce even more.”
“Since production has already begun at Rimircastle as well, we plan to rapidly expand our capacity!”
“I see. For now, given our limited operational numbers, focus on raising expertise. That is all.”
Major General Gadus, having finished his remarks, took his seat.
At that moment.
The Adjutant leaped onto the inspection platform.
“Instructor, the Intelligence Agency has issued an urgent summons. You should go at once.”
Since he was sitting right beside me, I heard the Adjutant’s words clearly.
‘An urgent summons…?’
Of course, an urgent summons for the Instructor meant something significant had occurred.
‘I’ve only been gone an hour—what could have happened in that time?’
With enemy forces nearby, it was surely related to that.
“Go.”
Major General Gadus descended from the platform with a grave expression.
Simultaneously, the other commanders dispersed to their respective positions, and I headed straight for the Information Command.
“You’ve arrived.”
As I entered the Office, Lieutenant Colonel Larsen approached as if he’d been waiting.
“Something’s happened. What is it?”
“Well… this just came in, but it appears Mithril has been discovered.”
“What…?”
My brow furrowed at this completely unexpected news.
“We send Manastones from the mine to Salt Castle, don’t we?”
“That’s right.”
“Mithril was found in the Carriage that arrived at Salt Castle.”
“Unbelievable.”
The moment I grasped the situation.
A curse escaped my lips unbidden.
‘Mithril was in that mine all along?’
Of course, it’s possible.
Fundamentally, Mithril is discovered near Mana Stone Mines.
But that’s just where it’s typically found.
The actual probability is nearly lottery odds.
“According to our agents at Salt Castle, Mithril has already been brought in, so the reserves appear to be substantial.”
“We’ve struck it rich. We’ve truly struck it rich.”
One might question just how valuable Mithril is.
But that value is exactly right.
‘A considerable deposit, you say…? If this changes hands, the entire landscape shifts.’
Mithril, to put it simply, is a superior alternative to Manastones.
Merely inserting a trace amount into the complex circuitry sections causes efficiency to skyrocket beyond reason.
‘Once the Abiel Duchy secures sufficient Mithril, they’ll manufacture all manner of abominations, and if that happens…’
The memory of the Gork Mountains sent a chill racing down my spine.
“The Chief Inspector went to the Command Center, correct?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
I need to see Eden, but given the gravity of the situation, this will take considerable time.
‘Damn it. How was it discovered… Could it be because of that explosion?’
When I heard that the enemy was bringing miners with them,
I personally carried a substantial quantity of mana explosives and detonated the mine.
‘They said they were busily clearing the rubble, and in doing so, the Mithril was exposed….’
I truly don’t want to believe it, but this is likely the truth.
Fundamentally, when you trigger an explosion, sections that were previously undisturbed become exposed.
‘Damn it all. Truly, damn it all.’
This is enough to make one’s head burn with fury.
Had the Mithril fallen into our Family’s hands, even if we split it with the Emperor, we could have obtained not merely vast wealth but genuine power.
“They’re still actively mining it, I presume?”
“Yes… would they not be?”
“Mithril deposits, even when substantial, are pittance compared to Manastones. Ha.”
Unlike Manastones, this can be extracted completely down to the bedrock.
“What of the possibility of a trap?”
I asked in a voice laden with desperation.
In truth, I already know the answer to this.
“I cannot say for certain yet.”
“Yes, but I believe the likelihood of deception is high. The pieces fit together far too perfectly, do they not?”
“That is true.”
Establishing a position at the mine with one hundred thousand soldiers.
When the seasoning of Mithril is added to this already nonsensical narrative, the picture becomes flawless.
As though it were calculated from the very beginning.
“Verification will likely come from multiple directions.”
“But that verification will take considerable time, and if it’s genuine, the mining will already be complete by then.”
“That… does seem likely.”
“Damn it.”
My mine. My own mine.
And someone else’s Mithril.
Damn it, this cannot be.

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