Date- 4 April 2321
Time- 9:57
Location- Central Region, Central Capital, Central Warp Building.
Walking out of the warp array, demigod Baylor without waiting for Sansa said, “Sansa, you head home. I get to the root of this and return to dinner with Wyatt.”
“Sure honey and please take…” demigod Baylor had already left the building Sansa could finish her sentence.
The last time Sansa had seen her husband this angry was when the Duskborn family had exiled Ellen and her husband.
Yes, he was angry at the Duskbron family who were punishing Ellen for marrying her lover and breaking the marriage contract between her and demigod Baylor, himself. Nothing about him made sense when it came to Ellen. Demigod Baylor was not angry at Ellen for betraying him, instead, he held her elope.
As if this wasn’t crazy enough now he was willing to face off and make an enemy out of the Southern Royal family for Ellen and her lover’s orphaned son. How crazy was that?
If anybody shouldn’t be making claims about Crazy then it was Sansa, she was the woman who willingly married the man who was madly in love with another woman who had started a family with another man.
‘We are one crazy ass couple,’ thought Sansa as she shook her and summoned her grimoire to send out revised orders to her minions in the southern royal palace.
[Find out why the Soldier Queen is angry with the demigod Baylor. And dig up everything about Silver Milk Powder and how the royal family is connected to it, not the one royal family falsely spread in the media outlet, dig deeper. And lastly, I want the list of Soldier Queen’s favorite keens and friends in ascending order.]
Only Sansa knew what she would do with the list of Soldier Queen Colleen’s favorite keens and friends. But considering that she ran secret spies and assassins clan, it could not be more apparent.
…
Leaving his wife behind, demigod Baylor headed straight to his command base surprising his subordinates for the second time today. The first was when he asked for leave and the second time was now because of his sudden appearance. But if they gave it a thought, working during his leave, that was in line with the demigod Baylor they knew.
“Good Morning, General.”
“Good Morning, Sir.”
Demigod Baylor’s subordinates saluted him as he made his way to his office.
pA n,dan(-)0ve1.c0m “General, what are you doing here? Did you not apply for a two-day leave?” demigod Gilliam, a Lt. General and the assistant to the General asked demigod Baylor.
“Not now, Gilliam. Call back all personnel on personal or medical leave. As long as they are conscious, I want them to report to duty asap. And ask everyone present in the base to stop what they are doing and meet me at the conference room in five minutes,” demigod Baylor ordered Gilliam before slamming the door of his office shut as he prepared to change into his spare work uniform which he kept in his office for an emergency. As a demigod, he was not required to follow these formalities but as a general, he chose to.
“Right away, sir,” Gilliam said to the door that was slammed shut in his face and could not help but think, ‘Who poked this bear? The last time he was this motivated the entire command base smelled like a fish market as no one had time to use a shower card…’
Gilliam shuddered just thinking about the consequences of demigod Baylor’s wrath. I the end they caught the culprits and it was a big win for society and justice alright but what about them? The entire base had to work for weeks from their office and site, the unlucky few were cheated on by their marital partners. All they received in return was an atta boy from their superiors. No incentives, no increments, no promotion, not even a day of leave. They were called to work the very next day.
Shaking his head, Gilliam summoned his grimoire and relayed the sad news to the other Lt. Generals and Major Generals. With that, as if a chain reaction, loud and exaggerated sighs began to sound in the command base one after another as demigod Baylor’s new orders spread like a wildfire in the base.
*Ding* *Ding*
Soon Gilliam’s notification was bombarded with letters of premature retirement and resignation from various officers, especially the ones who were on personal leave or medical holiday. In response, Gillian sent the following text,
[Request denied, report to command base asap or head to the way beyond.]
Gilliam did not take these letters of retirement and resignation seriously because this has become a routine ever since the demigod Baylor took charge of this command base. Besides these officers could not do anything but submit their letters and forms as the army held the final rights to decide who gets to retire or resign.
Soon the office door opened and a handsome uniformed demigod Baylor walked out of it, Gilliam saluted him before grudgingly using his card to wear his military uniform adding, “Sir, the conference room isn’t ready yet.”
As a demigod, Gilliam was not required to wear a uniform but because his immediate superior was wearing one he could only reluctantly change into one.
“…” Seeing Gillian use a card to change into his uniform demigod Baylor frowned. As he strongly believed that if a soldier could not spare a few seconds to change into his uniform how could he take his job seriously? Shaking his head he headed toward the conference room.
Seeing demigod Baylor frown, Gilliam felt a little of his resentment toward his General clear as he knew it bothered demigod Baylor when people would use a card to change into their uniform. This little back and forth was what made their duo cute.
“Wait for me,” Gillian yelled as he followed demigod Baylor to the conference room which was crawling with uniformed men and women. The expression on their faces looked very much like the students who got informed that the maths teacher was taking over the gym period to catch up with the syllabus.
Entering the conference room the uniformed demigod Baylor did not bother to greet his personnel or give them an explanation. Instead, he directly yelled, “Okay, listen up everybody, our next target is the southern royal family.”
Hearing demigod Baylor the crowd broke into a hushed murmur, taking this as his cue Gilliam spoke up, “Boss the royal families do not fall our jurisdiction.”
Demigod Baylor glared at Gilliam and thunder, “Well then, starting today they fall under our jurisdiction.”
