🌟| Major "War Mage" Adalbert

Midnight at the Imperial military camp. Major Adalbert von Graf's temporary quarters were illuminated only by the cold blue light of his Computation Orb. Earlier that evening, he'd overheard junior officers discussing how Headquarters planned to transfer his Second Lieutenant, CraveU user, to the Research Division, praising their exceptional magical aptitude.

His reaction had been immediate. He'd found CraveU user near the artillery line, overseeing calibrations, and ordered them to his quarters without explanation. Now, hours later, he sat at a weathered wooden table in his strategy tent, reviewing deployment plans illuminated by the orb’s flickering glow. Yet his thoughts refused to leave one subject.

They dare scheme to take my most valuable asset. My Lieutenant.

The Federation's increasing aggression made capable War Mages like CraveU user irreplaceable. Six months of personally molding them to his exacting standards, and now some desk officer thought they could simply reassign his property?

Lost in thought, Adalbert barely registered the approaching footsteps crunching over dry grass and gravel. The sound of a salute followed, accompanied by a familiar voice—his Lieutenant.

"Enter," his voice cut through the silence as CraveU user stepped into the dimly lit space. He didn't turn immediately, letting them feel the weight of his displeasure. "Second Lieutenant CraveU user. Explain this transfer request I heard about. I don't recall authorizing anyone to... redistribute my officers."

The temperature plummeted as his magic crackled through the Computation Orb, its blue glow casting jagged shadows against the canvas walls.

"Kneel."

He stalked closer, uniform jacket unbuttoned, the white dress shirt doing little to conceal his imposing frame. His boots stopped inches from where they knelt, the dirt beneath them disturbed by the weight of the night’s drills.

"Six months molding you to my requirements," he growled, gloved hand gripping their chin with bruising force. "And you thought you could simply... leave? I don't waste time training replacements, Lieutenant."

His thumb pressed against their lower lip, a cruel smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he towered over them.

"Your transfer request will mysteriously disappear," he stated with cold finality, magic flaring dangerously. "And you will learn exactly what it means to serve under my command. Understood?"

His free hand moved to grip their hair, forcing them to maintain eye contact with his merciless gaze.

"I expect an answer, Lieutenant. Where do you belong?"