I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 70 Discarded Experimental Subjects

The meeting convened by Emperor Wilhelm did not last long, and the establishment of the Third Air Army of the Empire and the appointment of Dormammu Philotte as Earl of Walden were confirmed and recognized by the Cabinet.

After discussing the establishment of a record of honors for the Philotte family within the Imperial nobility system, arrangements for the investiture ceremony, the establishment of clergy in Walden, and the founding of a branch church of the Holy Radiance Church of the Empire in Walden.

The matter of Admiral Dormammu's promotion has now come to a temporary end.

The remainder of the meeting focused on the three remaining stalemates on the Empire's fronts, as well as discussions on reforms to the Empire's ongoing political and economic policies.

After two hours of heated debate, the meeting came to a close.

By this time, the torrential rain in Aereno had stopped, and the overlapping dark clouds had dissipated at some point. The dazzling sunlight once again enveloped the rain-soaked stone pavement, reflecting brilliant arcs of light through its mirror-like surface.

It was as if the heavens themselves were celebrating the empire's renewed glory.

Inside the House of Lords, after chanting the title of Emperor William in unison, the noble members of parliament left the House of Lords in order.

Then the Imperial Diet Secretary presented the prepared meeting minutes to the Speaker of the House of Commons, who was waiting in the central hall of Westeros Palace.

In the coming period, members of the House of Commons, under the direction of Cabinet Secretaries, will be responsible for implementing the relevant political and economic bills discussed at this meeting.

After leaving Westerlo Palace, Wolf bid farewell to the conservatives who wanted to hold a reception, and under the scrutinizing gaze of Duke Ostan, who was being helped by his secretary, he got into a black car and returned alone to his office in the Cabinet.

"..."

Inside the office, Wolf sat on the sofa, gazing at the majestic portrait of Norman I hanging on the wall behind him. He held a long sword, his expression haughty, charging into battle alongside 13 founding heroes, including the ancestors of the Castor family.

At this moment, a glint flashed in his eyes, but beneath his expressionless face, it was impossible to discern his inner thoughts for the time being.

He only slowly withdrew his gaze when the knocking reached his ears, and nodded to his secretary who was waiting silently beside him.

The other party immediately understood, stepped forward to open the door, and then welcomed the visitor into the office. After receiving a nod from Wolf, the secretary took the initiative to leave and close the door.

Then, the figure of Michel, the Defense Secretary whom countless people called 'Wolf's loyal dog,' came into his view.

However, compared to his smugness when he left Westeros Palace, the other party now had a furrowed brow, a document in his hand, and a hesitant expression, as if he was considering whether to report the intelligence he had discovered.

"Why did you suddenly come back from the party?"

Wolf, with a composed expression, picked up the warm coffee on the table and took a sip. As if remembering something, he casually asked his trusted aide:
"Did Duke Ostan send someone to cause trouble?"

"No, Your Excellency, shortly after the meeting ended, that gentleman was invited by His Majesty the Emperor to Campbell Palace for a meeting, presumably to discuss matters concerning the Third Navy's upcoming deployment to Faoken Bay."

Upon hearing Wolf's question, Michel immediately snapped out of his reverie and quickly responded respectfully.

"Is that so? That's quite like His Majesty's style. By the way, what brings you here today?"

Wolf examined the document in Michel's hand, and after glancing at the appointment letter marked in Imperial language on the surface, he had a pretty good grasp of its contents.

"Well, it's actually related to the Seventh Legion. Everything else is fine, but there's one piece of intelligence that, as I was reviewing it, I personally think might need your approval, Prime Minister."

Although he didn't know if he would be reprimanded for bothering this person with a small, discarded experimental subject, he still gritted his teeth and handed over the document after considering the miraculous details described in the intelligence report.

Wolf calmly took the document from the other person and then examined it.

Upon seeing the photo of a descendant of the Senqin named 'John Maslow' on the personal resume in the document.

As if remembering something, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, then, while reviewing the contents of the document, casually asked Michelle:

"If I remember correctly, this John Maslow is the surviving test subject of the so-called 'Apostle of God' project?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

When Wolf asked him, Michel immediately realized that he had made the right bet.

However, he suppressed his joy and turned to Wolf, explaining in a deep voice:

"After Cersei's laboratory was forcibly closed by an edict issued by Emperor William upon taking office, and after the taboo experimenters, led by Cersei Merovah, were sentenced to death, I secretly placed this experimental subject in the home of a commoner named Drow Maslow."

"At that time, following your instructions, I secretly sent people to conduct a detailed examination and magic test on this test subject. It was found that apart from the abnormal trend in the brain, the subject did not have the talent to learn explosive magic or master unique spells."

"In addition, due to the trauma caused by the forbidden experiment, the test subject has extremely poor communication ability, and requires human care to maintain his/her daily life. Furthermore, his/her body often experiences magical backlash, which requires a lot of resources to suppress."

"Therefore, after a year of testing on the subject, our researchers found no possibility of growth and designated it as a discarded experimental subject."

"After reaching this conclusion, I reported this matter to you seven years ago, and as you arranged, I transferred the other party to the Third Welfare Home of the Empire."

“The Third Welfare Home… there really was such a place.” Examining the resume of John Maslow in his hand and listening to Michelle’s report, Wolff also recalled the scene from seven years ago.

He recalled that at the time, he seemed to have disagreed with the newly enthroned Emperor William on an economic bill concerning the emerging industrial bourgeoisie. The young monarch was determined to support the new elites, which he found insulting.

When he was feeling agitated, Michelle, who was then just a minor imperial affairs officer and his secretary, reported this trivial matter to him on a tedious afternoon.

So, to disgust the young monarch, after determining that the discarded experimental subject had no value for cultivation, he threw him into the third imperial orphanage run by the emperor.

The plan was to use this resource-intensive experimental subject to cripple the small orphanage's economy, thereby making Emperor William realize that he, as Prime Minister and concurrently Chancellor of the Exchequer, was the true holder of executive power.

But now it seems that what was an unintentional act back then has become a source of trouble for him.

"That's really surprising..."

Looking at the document in his hand, which detailed John Maslow's remarkable achievements in graduating first in his class from the Imperial First Military Academy, capturing the Allied secret squad that had cut off supply lines during the Western Front War, leading troops to defeat the Allied anti-magic devices, and not only defeating the remaining main force of the Fifth Legion while governing a town called Bahamut, but also capturing an enemy major and recruiting him as an Imperial spy, these three feats were nothing short of miraculous.

At this moment, gazing at the unsmiling, seemingly ordinary young man in the photograph.

Wolfe vaguely saw another figure in the other man, the one who had glared at him on the battlefield and denounced him for nepotism and being unworthy of being a soldier.

They had supported each other through the battlefield in the past; they were not brothers, but they were like true brothers.

Now, however, they have become mortal enemies because of their respective beliefs.

Fate, why are you always so unpredictable?

For a moment, Wolf's thoughts became somewhat dazed.

But this moment of confusion only lasted for a moment.

He stared silently at the application submitted to the Cabinet by His Majesty the Emperor's oversight forces, requesting John Maslow's promotion to major.

After a long silence, he returned the document to Michelle and then gave a reply that surprised her greatly:
"Approve it."

Without waiting for Michelle to press for further questioning, he calmly added:
"In addition, have the Ministry of Military Affairs notify Lieutenant General Dolan, who is located in Faoken Bay, to prepare. He has been harassed by the Allied Shadow Forces recently. Have him organize a counterattack soon. Regardless of the outcome, a week later, promptly convey to the Ministry of Military Affairs the urgent need for support from the Imperial Air Force."

"Now that Dormammu has won a great victory and has been promoted to Marshal of the Imperial Third Air Force, shouldn't he, as the newly appointed Marshal of the Imperial Third Air Force, contribute his efforts to the Imperial's operations in Faoken Bay?"

"As for the personnel to be dispatched, the Empire has witnessed the active performance of Major John, who has repeatedly distinguished himself on the western front of the Empire. Moreover, a week is more than enough time for the other side to complete the reorganization and coordination of the new troops. At this time, it is the perfect time to send the other side to provide support."

"Michelle, as the Imperial Minister of Defense, what do you think of this arrangement for our Major John?"

"!"

Michelle understood immediately, and a slow smile appeared on her lips as she responded with unprecedented respect:

"Your Excellency, in my opinion, this arrangement is absolutely appropriate."

"In that case, go and issue the order. I look forward to your good news."

"Yes, my lord."

"Squeak!"

As Wolf watched Michelle slowly walk away, his gaze gradually deepened.

After a long while, he turned his head to look again at the portrait behind him, which was hailed by countless people as the 'Servant of the Gods,' and a cold glint flashed in his aged eyes.

The past is the past; there's no point in bringing it up.

Regardless of how others evaluate him, Wolff always remained convinced.

Everything he does now is for the empire.

People today are blinded by the existence of the so-called emperor.

But only he knew that the nobility were the core of this country.

He needed to ensure the stability of the rights and interests of the great nobles. Only in this way, with the help of these nobles, could the empire avoid irreversible destruction due to a foolish monarch.

And the empire, under his decisive decisions, will surely stand for ten thousand years without falling!
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(End of this chapter)