Complaints and curses intertwined, and the ladies were truly infuriated by the army's sudden orders. Had they not been mindful of the situation, they might have answered Fafnir's call to give Crown Prince Louis a taste of what hell really is.
Just as Roland had worried, in the end, the Crown Prince and the army decided to use their foreheads to collide with the Wehrmacht's iron cudgels, essentially punching others with their own faces. An improvement from previous occasions was that this time the Crown Prince sent Minerva and Roland to hit the iron plate. If the operation went smoothly, he could reap the rewards. But in case of failure, Minerva's strength would be diminished, making them even less of a threat to him.
Either way, for the Crown Prince, there would be no losses at all.
In this regard, those at the top were united in thought. What differed was how to package it, persuading others to accept and carry out the plan.
