I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander-Chapter 141

Thanks to the hotel staff handing over the key, Lucy and Daniel were able to enter the same room.

It was a decent room, equipped with a bedroom, a small kitchen, and a bathroom.

The problem was that there was only one bedroom.

With limited sleeping space, the two of them had no choice but to spend the night in the same place.

That fact unsettled Daniel in more ways than one.

‘Could she really be planning to devour me…?’

As he broke into a cold sweat, trying to gauge Lucy’s intentions, the soft rustling sound of clothes being removed reached his ears.

When he turned around, Lucy was taking off her coat and hanging it on the rack.

The moment their eyes met, Lucy let out a short breath before stepping toward him.

She reached out her hand.

“If you hand me your coat, I’ll hang it up for you.”

“Ah. That’s not really necessary…”

“Please. Leave the clothing arrangements to me, Colonel, and focus on washing up and preparing for bed.”

Unable to refuse, Daniel removed his coat and handed it to Lucy.

Then, he stepped into the bathroom.

After taking a shower and drying himself off with a towel, Daniel slipped into a bathrobe.

With a deep breath, he opened the bathroom door—only to see Lucy crouched down, checking under the bed.

“…What are you doing?”

At the sound of his voice, Lucy straightened up.

She casually dusted off her clothes before responding without the slightest hint of concern.

“Just making sure we’re prepared for any unexpected situations.”

If there were any hidden listening devices, it was only right to remove them.

“And….”

Murmuring softly, Lucy reached into her coat and pulled out a small paper box, no larger than the palm of her hand.

She held it out to him, as if expecting him to take it.

Daniel felt a chill run down his spine.

‘This is….’

No matter how he looked at it, it was a box of condoms.

‘She’s really planning to devour me. Is she trying to bring her honey trap strategy to its climax by taking things to bed?’

As Daniel trembled in shock, Lucy blinked at him with innocent eyes.

“The front desk staff provided it separately. It seems to be vitamins. You should take one before sleeping.”

Vitamins?

At Lucy’s words, the wave of tension that had been rising inside him immediately dissipated.

At first, he thought she was messing with him, but her expression remained completely unreadable—an indication that she was being truthful.

Realizing he had jumped to conclusions, Daniel let out a hollow chuckle and accepted the box.

“I’ll take them later. Thanks for looking out for me.”

Explaining that the box wasn’t vitamins didn’t seem like the best idea.

As Daniel forced an awkward smile, Lucy tilted her head slightly before pointing at the bed.

“You should sleep now.”

“…What about you, Adjutant?”

“I am here to protect you, Colonel, so I have no need to rest.”

“I don’t recall asking for that.”

“It is my fundamental duty to assist my direct superior.”

Realizing that he couldn’t argue, Daniel simply nodded and walked toward the bed.

Still, he double-checked.

“Are you really okay with me sleeping alone? Just in case, I should mention that you can take the bed, and I’ll sleep on the couch—”

“That won’t be necessary.”

She was firm.

Daniel didn’t quite understand why, but he couldn’t just ignore her gesture of goodwill.

So, he lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket over himself.

Meanwhile, Lucy sat in the chair she had brought over while Daniel was showering, placing her hands neatly on her lap.

Daniel closed his eyes, but there was no way he could fall asleep.

The simple fact that Lucy was in the same room, watching over him, created a suffocating psychological pressure.

Still, no matter how uncomfortable he felt, it was difficult to resist the dual assault of a soft bed and a warm blanket.

Eventually, Daniel surrendered and slipped into unconsciousness.

“Mmm… Come here….”

He had even fallen into such a deep sleep that he started talking in his dreams.

Lucy, who had been silently watching him from the shadows, slowly stood up.

She was curious about what kind of dream Daniel was having.

Moving without a sound, Lucy approached the bed and knelt down beside it, staring directly at him.

‘So close.’

It was her first time looking at him from such an intimate distance.

At this proximity—where she could even hear his breathing—Lucy quietly blinked as Daniel continued muttering in his sleep.

“Kelly… over here.”

The expression on Lucy’s face shifted ever so slightly into something unpleasant.

‘That woman again.’

For someone to appear even in his dreams—just how much did he love her?

A twinge of jealousy flickered inside her.

Leaning in close to Daniel’s ear, Lucy whispered.

“Lucy.”

It was a little embarrassing and undeniably intimate, but—just this once—she wanted to win against Kelly.

“You’re not with Kelly. You’re with Lucy Emilia.”

The moment her whisper reached him, Daniel’s previously peaceful expression began to crack.

Daniel’s fingers twitched in his sleep, his movements growing restless. It was clear that he was having a nightmare.

“Stop… Don’t come any closer…”

At his murmured words, Lucy’s eyes half-opened.

She had no idea what kind of dream he was having, but it was obvious that it wasn’t a pleasant one.

‘…How ungrateful.’

Lucy had stayed in this room to protect him, yet he was rejecting her even in his dreams. It was only natural for her to feel a little offended.

She briefly considered pinching his cheek to bother him just a little more.

That was when—

Hwaaah—

A malicious aura seeped through the crack of the door.

The amount ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) of mana used was minuscule—so subtle that even a highly trained agent might have missed it.

But Lucy’s heightened senses picked up on it instantly.

Her crimson eyes sharpened.

It was time to teach an arrogant junior the harshness of reality.

****

Bilbosel moved without a sound, arriving in front of Room 507—Daniel Steiner’s room.

While considering the best method to kill him, Bilbosel decided to start with something simple.

He knocked lightly on the door.

If the target was awake, he would need to adjust his approach.

A few moments later, footsteps sounded from inside the room.

Light steps.

Not a man. A woman.

‘His lover, perhaps?’

Bilbosel smirked.

Killing her first wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Pulling out his pistol, he quickly attached a suppressor.

The footsteps approached, stopping just behind the door.

Judging by the way they hesitated, the woman was likely peering through the peephole.

Bilbosel grinned.

A classic mistake—believing a door could protect you.

‘Foolish bitch…’

Letting out a low chuckle, Bilbosel squeezed the trigger the moment the footsteps stopped.

Pfft—!

The bullet shot straight through the wooden door, precisely where the woman should have been standing.

But—

No scream.

No body hitting the floor.

Only the sound of footsteps… continuing to approach.

A cold sweat formed on Bilbosel’s brow.

He fired again.

And again.

Yet nothing changed.

‘What…? I’m certain the bullets went through…’

He had no time to ponder.

The doorknob was turning.

Quickly holstering his pistol, Bilbosel stepped back and pulled out his dagger.

The moment the door opened, he would strike and kill.

He activated his mana, circulating it through his body to enhance his muscles.

Every nerve in his body tensed as he readied himself.

Creak—

The door opened.

Lucy stepped out.

Bilbosel lunged.

Hwoong—!

A silver arc slashed through the air in a diagonal strike.

But—

No blood.

No impact.

Lucy had dodged.

‘She avoided it?!’

Stunned, Bilbosel locked eyes with his target.

Crimson eyes.

Emotionless.

They held no trace of hostility.

Not because she lacked the intent to kill—

But because she didn’t see him as worth it.

Bilbosel’s instincts screamed.

‘I’m going to die.’

A single moment of hesitation—

And his body would be shredded into pieces.

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Fear overtaking him, Bilbosel instinctively leaped backward, widening the gap between them.

The increased distance gave him a fleeting sense of relief.

But his breath came in short gasps.

His pupils trembled.

Bilbosel clenched his dagger tighter, trying to regain control—

But—

His hand was empty.

‘…Huh?’

It was only then that he realized.

His dagger was gone.

Staring in disbelief, Bilbosel slowly raised his head.

Lucy stood before him, casually examining the dagger she had taken from him.

‘When…?’

He didn’t know how or when she had done it.

But this was his only chance.

Reaching for his pistol, Bilbosel quickly aimed at Lucy and pulled the trigger.

Pfft—!

And then—

“Urk—!”

A choked gasp escaped him as his body collapsed to the ground.

Looking down, Bilbosel saw blood pooling beneath him.

A bullet hole—in his own thigh.

He had shot himself.

‘…A hallucination? Me?!’

More terrifying than the pain was the sheer horror clawing at his throat.

His lips trembled as he swallowed back bloodstained saliva.

‘It happened the moment I met her gaze…’

The slow click-clack of heels echoed in his ears.

Lifting his gaze, he saw Lucy walking toward him, dagger in hand.

“How many?”

Her monotone voice sliced through him like a razor.

Trembling, Bilbosel found himself unable to move.

Lucy knelt, pressing the blade against the underside of his chin.

Her crimson eyes flickered.

“Your friends. How many of them are there?”

It was then that Bilbosel finally understood.

The Crimson Reaper.

Codename: Red Silk.

The calamity created by the Allied Forces—

Was the woman standing before him.