"The world has already moved ahead without us."

After Moreau left, Delon was in deep thinking.

The war hadn't started yet.

But the pieces were already moving.

A sharp knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Enter."

The door swung open, revealing Major Lucien Varenne, his adjutant and one of the few men Delon actually trusted.

A noble by birth, Varenne was as sharp as a saber and just as ruthless.

Unlike many of the aristocrats in the army, he didn't hide behind etiquette or outdated ideals.

He was capable, efficient, and dangerously intelligent.

The perfect man to handle dirty work.

Varenne stepped inside, closing the door behind him before standing at attention.

"Sir, I see you're deep in thought."

Delon sighed, rubbing his temple. "It's not often I meet men like Moreau."