Novel & Cerita Why Is Garp Only A Vice Admiral

It was addressed to Vice Commander Garrett Soren, Stellan's sworn rival in the ranks. I could handle the people and affairs within the estate easily enough, but Stellan was a seasoned battlefield commander with loyal men scattered throughout the army. If he had left contingencies in place, I could not afford to be caught off guard. That afternoon, Garrett arrived at my invitation. "I'm not sure what could be so urgent that the general's wife needs to see me personally." He offered me a perfunctory bow, and his tone was far from warm. I did not take it personally.

"I won't be making any permissions, General." Fleet Admiral Jose nodded. "I believe in your talent. You have my regards." "But General—" "You won't win, Morris," I emphasized to him. This guy wanted to do anything to ruin my plans. He just ascended to be one of us and yet here he was acting like he had more power than me. I want to remind him that I am the 11th commander and he was just below the rank. He shot me a glare then remained silent. Good. I smirked mentally as I continued packing up.

"Major General, Hector Tucker of the 35th Marine Division reporting, under the command of Vice Admiral Xenos!" "Major General Maxwell Lynch of the 36th Marine Division reporting, under the command of Vice Admiral Xenos!" "Get rid of that punk for me!" Anson roared furiously. As the head of the Xenos family and the vice admiral in the war zone, he held a position just below the commander and commander-in-chief. Yet, now he'd found himself in such a pathetic state at the hands of Sean. How could he endure such humiliation? How could he not feel utterly ashamed?

The servants. My parents’ grave was simple. It was marked by a single granite stone. Garrett and Mary Vance. Beloved Parents. May they run with the ancestors. I stared at the name. Garrett Vance. He had been a quiet man. He worked in the archives. He taught me how to read and how to balance a checkbook. He never raised his voice. He never showed any sign of ambition. Could that man really be the mastermind behind a Rogue army? Could he be the one hunting his own grandson for blood?