"Longing for war is the nature of the young, mastering war is the responsibility of the commander, enjoying war is the privilege of the veteran, but recklessly expecting war... Tsk, that's just utter foolishness.
The entire nation has already been in a state of war for ten years, and the pace of His Majesty's reform of this newly born country has been delayed for too long.
Ending this quagmire-like war at this time is just right.
As for the reason, it's not what you're thinking, Fraser."
General Loren sighed, lit his pipe, and in the midst of the smoke, handed the half-drawn military map on his table to the Major.
The latter took it in both hands, scanned it, and his eyes widened.
He stammered:
"This! The Nordtoff Kingdom has sent troops?"
"Yes, on the eastern front of the Posya Confederation, right as we speak, the fiercest 'Lupa' under Her Majesty's command, the elite Winter Wolf Corps, has already crossed the military buffer zone stretching from Ice Bay to Transylvania.
