I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 39

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Episode 39

 

How long has it been since I’ve had proper meat like this?

 

It’s been so long that I can barely remember.

 

“A person should at least eat this well to live properly.”

 

Was it because I ate something delicious?

 

As my mood improved, anger toward the guild master who would soon arrive surged up.

 

“I really had to endure a whole week because of these bastards, hah.”

 

Those disgusting meals I had to force down my throat at least twice every day.

 

Now that I’ve eaten this, I can’t bear the thought of going back to eating that awful food again.

 

“I have to normalize this.”

 

This isn’t a matter of choice or effort.

 

It’s just something that has to be done.

 

Crash!

 

As I finished a plate of meat and was looking over the documents I brought, the door suddenly burst open without warning and a middle-aged man strode in.

 

Seeing Colbet standing behind him, the man’s identity was obviously guild master Alonso.

 

“You came faster than I expected. I thought it would take an hour, but you must have been nearby?”

 

Since entering without knocking was tantamount to picking a fight, I made my words slightly sarcastic.

 

“I was at the provisions storehouse. I personally inspect everything that goes in daily. If only someone wouldn’t forcibly call me out.”

 

Eyes glaring fiercely as he sat in the chair across from me.

 

It seems he heard all about what I did on his way here.

 

‘He says he does inspections? Is he joking? And what’s with this guy speaking informally to me.’

 

From one to ten, there’s nothing I like about him.

 

“Personal inspections, you say. Then there must be something wrong with your eyes for goods like that to come in.”

 

“What did you say?”

 

Alonso’s eyes widened as he glared at me like he wanted to kill me.

 

“So much rotten meat was coming in that I thought you weren’t doing inspections. Or was it perhaps intentional? If you’re messing with military supplies, that’s immediate execution…”

 

Crash!

 

“You wet-behind-the-ears brat are threatening me without any evidence?! Do you know who my classmate is!”

 

Finally unable to contain his anger, he slammed his fist on the dining table and shouted.

 

“Oh, who might that be?”

 

“Lieutenant General Belburg, who’s currently the 2nd Army Corps commander, was my squad mate! One letter and your military life is over, so shall I do that for you?!”

 

An expression full of confidence as if he’d used an invincible skill.

 

But I interpreted those words with a different meaning.

 

‘He can end my military life…? That sounds good.’

 

No, he’s saying he’ll end this hellish life with just one letter.

 

He’s like an angel.

 

“I’d really appreciate it if you could do that. I was getting sick of this dirty, cramped military anyway.”

 

“Are you messing with me right now! You want your promotion path blocked!”

 

“Block it. Please block it. I’m begging you like this.”

 

I was really asking sincerely, but somehow he was interpreting it as me joking around.

 

“This insolent brat, to the very end.”

 

The guy just turned red in the face and huffed angrily.

 

It seems they’re not actually close enough for him to write a letter.

 

‘I got my hopes up for nothing.’

 

If he’s not a savior, there’s no reason to show mercy.

 

“If we can’t communicate like this, I have no choice but to turn this over to the Inspection Bureau. Shall we part ways here?”

 

I placed the documents I’d been looking at on the desk where he could see them.

 

<Alonso Trading Company Corruption Report>

 

-Continuous delivery of defective provisions and multiple contract violations by Alonso Trading Company, which has been in charge of provisions delivery for the past 2 years.

 

-Comparing the value of provisions received over the past week with market prices, only 5 silver out of the 15 silver daily meal budget per soldier is being used.

 

(Materials attached)

 

-Contract Article 3, Section 1: When there are inadequate provisions quality-wise, substitute food must be provided.

 

-Alonso Trading Company has delivered rotten meat every time but has never once provided compensation for this.

 

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-Even by simple calculation, the illicit profits are estimated to exceed 10,000 gold.

 

A ten-page report.

 

It’s a masterpiece born from a week of working overtime.

 

‘It was worth switching to administrative duties in my final years.’

 

I never dreamed that document writing dumped on me by officers would be this helpful.

 

“Wh…what the hell is this?”

 

Alonso’s hands trembled as he quickly skimmed through the documents.

 

“You should have kept some limits when ripping people off. Did you think this was manageable?”

 

“Ha! So now you’re saying you’ll report this to the Inspection Bureau? Do you think the Inspection Bureau chief can arrest me? Like I said before…”

 

“Mister, you don’t know the current military atmosphere.”

 

Well, it’s normal that he wouldn’t know.

 

No matter how much of a military veteran he is, he’s ultimately a reservist, and now he’s just a guild master.

 

“It’s an inspection period by imperial decree. Even generals are disappearing overnight, so do you think you, a reserve colonel, can survive?”

 

Even if he survives through tremendous connections, if I report directly to the Ministry of Finance through my family, there’s no chance he’ll survive.

 

“You’re lying right now…”

 

“Check it out with those great connections of yours. Of course, if you leave this place now, there won’t be any opportunity.”

 

At just the word ‘inspection,’ Alonso’s fierce momentum completely deflated.

 

“Are you ready to have a conversation now?”

 

“What do you want? Money?”

 

“Ha!”

 

These bastards still haven’t come to their senses.

 

“You’ve been trying weird schemes with me from the start, but do I look like I’m short on money?”

 

There’s no way he doesn’t know about the Oclo Trading Guild, so I can only see him as stupid.

 

“Then what do you want from me?”

 

“Hand over all the shares of the trading company.”

 

Crash!

 

Is he overflowing with strength?

 

Alonso turned red in the face and slammed the dining table.

 

“We can’t negotiate if you come at me like this.”

 

“Even when you have someone’s weakness, there are limits. Hand over the entire trading company? I was a fool for seriously listening to a greenhorn.”

 

“Can you handle it if I report this? The condition of just handing over the trading company in exchange for covering this up seems excessively good.”

 

If I were thinking about justice, I should have reported it immediately without needing to meet.

 

But thanks to my patriotism that’s buried underground below rock bottom, he was given this opportunity, and this is his reaction.

 

It’s nothing but disappointing.

 

“Try it if you can. But I definitely won’t die alone.”

 

“Hmm, then unfortunately the negotiations have broken down.”

 

Looking at his attitude, it seems pointless to say anything more in this situation.

 

‘It might be possible if I threw some money at him, but there’s no need to go that far.’

 

Giving money to a criminal on top of everything is something my conscience can’t allow.

 

“If you want to get by safely in the military, it would be good to keep quiet.”

 

“That’s why you couldn’t get promoted.”

 

I just casually threw that out thinking to lightly provoke him, but the reaction was more significant than expected.

 

“You disrespectful…! How dare you!”

 

With an attitude like he was about to charge at me, I left the dining hall as if escaping and checked my uniform.

 

“Not getting stars must really be a source of resentment.”

 

Originally, people with character problems like that tend to get promoted well, but it seems there was someone even worse.

 

“Things just got a bit troublesome.”

 

I wanted to handle this quickly, but now it’s bound to be delayed.

 

“Can’t be helped. I’ll have to put in some effort.”

 

Since it wasn’t too late yet, I headed to the nearby Oclo Guild Western Headquarters.

 

“Huh…? Oh! I greet the young master!!!”

 

As soon as I entered the large three-story building, an employee who recognized my face bowed respectfully.

 

It was surprising that she recognized me, even though I rarely operated within the guild.

 

“Is the headquarters director in right now?”

 

“He stepped out, but he didn’t go far, so I’ll tell him to come right back.”

 

“Please do that for me.”

 

“Y-yes sir!”

 

Dozens of employees moved busily, and I naturally went up to the headquarters office.

 

‘Wow, this is quite a nice office.’

 

The current Western headquarters director would probably rank within the top ten in the guild hierarchy.

 

‘I should get acquainted when I have the chance.’

 

Since there’s a high probability I’ll continue operating in the west, building connections is essential.

 

Knock knock!

 

“It’s Haiell. May I come in?”

 

“Come in.”

 

The original owner of the office opened the door after knocking.

 

“It’s been a long time. Young master.”

 

A white-haired man who clearly showed signs of aging.

 

I couldn’t immediately recall who he was just from hearing his name, but as soon as I saw his face, I could find who he was in my memories.

 

‘Advisor Haiell, so this person is here.’

 

He’s a legendary figure who elevated the magic tool business, which used to generate less revenue than medium-sized guilds, to the top of the industry in just 10 years.

 

‘He should have retired from the front lines by now.’

 

In my last memory, he was definitely serving as an advisor, playing a counseling role while enjoying a comfortable retirement.

 

“Indeed. It really has been a long time. I haven’t seen you recently, but you’ve been here.”

 

“The Guild Master said it was important work and asked me to take it on, so I couldn’t refuse and came here.”

 

“Father is quite mean, isn’t he.”

 

“Haha, doesn’t it mean I’m still useful? I was secretly pleased, so it’s fine.”

 

“I’m just grateful for your consideration of the guild.”

 

“How could I compare to the young master serving in the military. But what brings you here without any prior contact?”

 

Haiell asked with a genuinely curious expression.

 

“It’s nothing major, but there’s something I’d like to ask of you. Would you like to sit down first? This story will be quite long.”

 

Given his age, I first had him sit on the sofa, then explained the business plan I had conceived over the past two days.

 

“Hmm.”

 

“Since the soldiers’ meal situation is so serious right now, if we step in and solve it even a little, we should be able to dramatically improve our image.”

 

“You’re absolutely right.”

 

Haiell nodded and agreed with my opinion.

 

At the same time, I could feel that the way he looked at me had changed slightly from the beginning.

 

‘The reaction isn’t bad.’

 

But I shouldn’t let my guard down.

 

He’s a seasoned merchant; ultimately, the profit and loss must add up.

 

“It’s not like there’s no money to be made either. Even with just a 20% margin, that’s 600 gold per day, and the number of soldiers is increasing daily due to the war.”

 

“And if word spreads and we expand to other places, there’s scalability too… This is good.”

 

Now that I’ve verified the profitability, I can consider him almost convinced.

 

“So right now, the most important thing is absorbing the Alonso Trading Company that’s currently under contract.”

 

“Alonso Trading Company. That’s the first time I’ve heard that name.”

 

“They’re low-quality parasites who leech off military supply contracts through connections.”

 

Here, I brought up the story of my recent contact with the Alonso Trading Company.

 

The disrespectful language, the dismissive attitude—his reaction to hearing all of this was predictable.

 

“Those insolent bastards! How dare they say such unspeakable things to the young master!”

 

“Please calm down. It was unpleasant, but I’m fine.”

 

Actually, I’m not fine, but I have to show a composed appearance as usual.

 

“This absolutely cannot be overlooked.”

 

“Of course not. So from now on, please move according to what I tell you.”

 

“Hmm, do you have some method in mind?”

 

His anger was brief, and Haiell looked at me with eyes that seemed to say ‘let’s hear it.’

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