I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree
Chapter 82 - Great Victory (6/13)

“General!” By the time Martin arrived at the main military tent, Garibaldi was sitting in the warm military tent, warming himself by the stove and drinking hot tea. Seeing Martin approach, he looked at him in confusion.

“What’s wrong, Master Sergeant Martin?”

“I visited the camp of the unit I previously commanded today, but found that it had been surrounded by a wall, and the guards were not allowing anyone else to enter. I would like to inquire about what exactly happened there?”

“Oh, you mean that. Coincidentally, there is also something I would like to ask you, Master Sergeant Martin,” Garibaldi said this, put down the teacup in his hand, sat up straight, and looked at Martin.

“Master Sergeant Martin, a soldier from the unit you previously commanded has filed a report with us, saying that when you retreated that day, you talked with the enemy commander for a long time, then pretended to fight for a while, and then were defeated and withdrew with your unit. Is that true?” Garibaldi’s tone was very serious, completely different from his demeanor during dinner earlier.

It seemed that the seriousness of this matter had made even Garibaldi have to take it seriously.

“...This...” Having his thoughts interrupted by Garibaldi’s question, Martin was silent for a long time, then said, “Apologies, General Garibaldi, this was not my intention, but there was simply nothing I could do. If I hadn’t dueled with the enemy commander at that time, and they attacked, our unit would have been completely wiped out... I didn’t want to bear the burden of so many lives, and furthermore, I believe that everyone retreating back here would be more meaningful...”

“Insolence! Martin, although you weren’t a soldier before, you are a Master Sergeant now! A soldier afraid of bearing the burden of lives? Then why did you become a soldier?!” Garibaldi was furious when he heard Martin’s confession. He smashed the teacup in his hand at Martin’s feet.

“I thought you had used some method to delay the enemy’s attack, but it turns out you made a deal with the enemy? Alright then, tell me, what kind of deal did you make with the enemy?”

“I... I didn’t make a deal with the enemy,” Martin closed his eyes, recalling Litte from that day.

“He just told me that if I won against him in a duel, they would retreat and not launch an attack within three days. But if he won against me, we would retreat. I ultimately lost to him. That’s how it was.”

“Were you doing it on purpose?”

“No, he was indeed very strong.”

“Describe his characteristics.”

“Black long hair, with purple eyes. His face looks relatively young, probably around eighteen or nineteen.”

“...” Upon hearing this description, Garibaldi knew without a doubt who Martin had faced.

“The commander of the enemy’s vanguard, Litte Stranick. In other words, the future Duke of Antica,” Garibaldi said. “The person who fought against you is named this, and his strength, according to recent intelligence, is below Tier 5.”

“Even if he has made some progress during this time and reached Tier 5, do you think you, with your Tier 6 strength, would be unable to defeat him? You are joking with me, aren’t you?”

Actually, based on the description from the reporting soldier, Garibaldi already knew that the person who fought against Martin was Litte. Asking again now was just to confirm whether Martin himself was lying.

It seemed Martin was not lying, but why did he lose? Was he supposed to tell him that he didn’t actually fight Litte, but someone disguised as Litte? Or was it that Litte had made rapid progress during this time and had reached Tier 6, and was able to easily defeat Martin, who was also Tier 6?

What a joke!

“Although you might not believe it, the other party was truly more powerful than me. He is not only an excellent warrior, but also quite skilled in magic. I have no experience fighting this kind of opponent, so I was defeated. If I were given another chance, although I still wouldn’t be able to defeat him, I probably wouldn’t lose so quickly.”

“I understand,” Garibaldi heard this and nodded. “In that case, tell me, what kind of deal did you make with Litte?”

“There was no...”

“Still trying to argue!” Garibaldi said this, and angrily pushed Martin, sending him staggering back several steps.

“As a commander, I understand the enemy commander better than you do. It is absolutely impossible for you, a Tier 6, to be easily defeated by him. Absolutely impossible!”

“Furthermore, you are even attempting to return to your previous camp. What? Are you planning to contact your unit and start a rebellion here?”

Garibaldi walked to Martin again and took off his epaulet.

“You are not worthy of being a Master Sergeant anymore. From today onwards, your position is revoked. You will be subjected to an investigation. Until the investigation results are out, you are not allowed to go onto the battlefield. I cannot trust someone like you to command my troops.”

After saying this, Garibaldi called for guards and had Martin taken away.

Martin was taken by the soldiers to a military tent used for solitary confinement. Until just now, Martin’s mind was in a daze.

He didn’t know why he had been removed from his position, nor why he was being investigated.

He hadn’t done anything wrong, yet he had been arrested.

At this moment, Martin suddenly remembered the evening of the day he had returned, when Garibaldi had invited him over for dinner.

Connecting that with the promotion, the transfer of position, and the camp being sealed off, a conspiracy instantly connected in his mind.

So they were planning to investigate his unit by transferring him away?

That’s it! That’s the only possibility!

Thinking of this possibility, Martin was instantly filled with hatred for those two people.

We have no grievances between us, yet you want to put me to death. People like this are truly ruthless.

Martin sat in solitary confinement like this for an entire afternoon.

It wasn’t until night fell that the person responsible for delivering food came.

The person who came to deliver the food this time was someone Martin knew.