First Research Institute.
Wayne, posing as Christian, paced back and forth in the office, looking impatient and restless.
On the office chair, Rolle who had been up all night, hugged his arms and nodded continuously.
Bang!
Wayne slapped the desk, startling Rolle to the ground.
"Gen... General, what's wrong?"
"Has the report been sent up? Why haven't I received a summons from the Führer yet?" Wayne glared with wide eyes.
Is it possible that you're taking yourself too seriously?
"General, the Führer has to manage the entire nation, from the frontlines to civilian life. He signs hundreds of documents every day; you just need to wait patiently."
Rolle was utterly helpless: "Also, don't you plan to go home and rest? If the Führer summons you and you're not in good spirits, it might leave a very bad impression."
"Fine, I'll go home and sleep. Now that you mention it, I really am a bit tired." Wayne nodded.
