“…!” Private Fallschirm’s face turned pale the moment he saw Siegfried and Carell.

Their roles have now switched.

Fallschirm’s current state was the complete opposite of his previous self. From lieutenant colonel, he was demoted to private, and the baton he used was replaced with a broom to sweep the barracks. His dashing military uniform was replaced with a worn-out discolored uniform no one knew how many people had worn.

Meanwhile, Siegfried and Carell were proudly walking through the barracks after being respectively promoted to lieutenant commander and lieutenant colonel.

The switch was so drastic that one would have to wonder if this was actually even possible in the first place.

“Salute…” Fallschirm weakly raised a salute. He thought of feigning ignorance and pretending as if he hadn’t seen them, but he did often scold those under him for not saluting properly to him.

“Salute.”

“Salute.”

Siegfried and Carell responded by saluting back.

Seuk…!

Then, they walked past Private Fallschirm without saying a single word. It was as if he wasn’t worth their attention…

“How long do you think he will last?”...