Moreau felt his breath hitch for a second, his body instinctively tensing.
A Lieutenant General had been waiting to meet him?
Not just any officer, but one of the highest-ranking figures in the French military.
Why?
His mind raced with possibilities, but his expression remained controlled as he stood before General Delon.
The older man's gaze remained locked onto him, unreadable.
Then, with a slow, knowing smirk, the general spoke again.
"I've heard things about you, Capitaine."
Moreau didn't flinch.
"And I've also heard that you've been making quite a few people nervous."
Moreau swallowed.
The general's smirk widened.
"Enough that some in Paris are already putting you and De Gaulle in the same category."
De Gaulle.
The man whose ideas would one day lead to the future of warfare.
And now, here he was once again being compared to him.
He forced himself to respond carefully.