After discussing the official business, Morin chatted a little more with the Lieutenant Colonel in charge of personnel.
The Lieutenant Colonel was clearly a talkative person, and having been stationed in the rear for a long time, he proactively asked about the situation on the battlefield. The two talked for a while, establishing a rapport.
For the Lieutenant Colonel, Morin, a rising military star who had caught the attention of His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince, was naturally worth befriending. Moreover, Morin’s background was no secret in Dresden. Many high officials and nobles knew of his intimate, sibling-like relationship with the ‘Brilliant Crystal Queen.’
For Morin, it was beneficial to get acquainted with an officer from the War Office, especially one who handled personnel appointments. The Lieutenant Colonel, though seemingly eager to continue, ended the conversation when Morin’s throat became dry from talking.
Morin didn’t linger at the War Office. He got into the carriage and returned directly to the manor. As soon as he entered the door, Cecilia quickly came forward to meet him. It seemed she had been waiting there for him.
“How was it, Fritz? Did something urgent happen when the War Office suddenly summoned you?”
Her gray-blue eyes were full of concern as she looked Morin up and down.
“Nothing happened, I just received my new medal, and then I got a new appointment…”
Morin described the situation—the War Minister personally presenting him with the medal and his appointment to form a new unit—while omitting some sensitive information for Cecilia.
However, when Morin mentioned that he would have to attend a three-month training course at the War College for this appointment, the smile on Cecilia’s face gradually faded. Her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her voice held an undisguised sense of grievance.
“So, you only just got back, you’ve barely been here a few days, and now you have to spend three months at the military academy?”
The look of worry and loss made Morin feel a little bad. He immediately stepped forward, gently taking Cecilia’s shoulders, and had her sit back down on the soft sofa.
“Big Sister Cecilia, it’s only three months. It will pass quickly… It’s only March now; I’ll be back around early June.”
As Morin spoke, he naturally moved behind Cecilia and solicitously began to massage her shoulders.
“Once I graduate from the military academy, won’t I be better equipped to serve the Empire? You’ll be even prouder then, won’t you?”
Feeling the pressure from Morin’s fingertips and his somewhat placating tone, Cecilia’s slight displeasure immediately evaporated. She couldn’t help but chuckle softly, turning her head to look at Morin.
“The way you are trying to butter me up now is exactly the same as before.”
Despite her words, the amusement in her eyes was unmistakable. With Morin’s soothing, her mood instantly lifted significantly.
“Alright, alright, I know you’re brilliant.”
Cecilia enjoyed Morin’s service, then changed the subject.
“Since you have to go to the military academy, you don’t need to worry about starting that company anymore.”
Her tone became serious.
“I can help you arrange all the related matters—from company registration and legal document preparation to the future factory site selection, equipment procurement, and even the recruitment of technical workers.”
“Really? That’s wonderful!” Morin was overjoyed.
He had been worrying about how to handle all those trivial matters, as he had no experience running a company. But unexpectedly, Cecilia had settled everything with a single sentence. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel⟡fire.net
It feels great to have a rich older sister who supports you.
“Of course, it’s true. I will unconditionally support anything you want to do, Fritz.”
Having realized Morin’s ‘transformation,’ Cecilia looked at him with an almost indulgent gaze.
“You are, after all, an Imperial officer. Your energy should be focused on your main duty. You can’t let these trivial matters distract you.”
Here, a flicker of worry crossed Cecilia’s eyes. She sighed and said:
“I was originally still going to persuade you to retire, but now that His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince regards you so highly, it really wouldn’t look good for you to take the patent money and just run away…”