Lilian's heart almost stopped at the sight of the ice-cold corpses lying in the bloodied battlefield. She did witness cruelties of battles in the past, but this wasn't a battlefield, after all. This was her country and city. It could also be said that even if she was 'imprisoned' in the palace, she used to admire the city and its bustling plaza from the palace's garden. But now, it had turned into a graveyard with faint, weak groans echoing. Apart from some Battle Angels controlling the situation from midair, the others had begun treatment on the wounded. In fact, Lilian had never thought that this flourishing place would end up in this plight.
"… Chairman Nakvard, do you have anything to say?"
Lilian glared at the pale, silent, and unwavering man. He flicked off the raindrops on his shoulders. Then, he spoke.
