"At present, we don't have the capacity to withstand the attrition of war, and for the time being, we have to rely on these small measures to contend with those insatiable individuals. Nevertheless, war will eventually break out. In preparation for that moment, the army can't afford to slack off in the slightest."
Business-like words carry a hint of compulsion, orders tinged with a touch of gray. The prospect, teeming with a slight dominance, is invigorating yet bears a trace of loss.
"We are your sword and shield, willing to execute and complete any task, no matter the nature, as long as it is your command."
Suppressing the inner [noise], Brynhild takes a step forward and swears her loyalty calmly. However, she couldn't shake the persistent feeling of loss within her.
Could she sometimes fail to understand the colonel as well?
