"Have you met that Administrator?"
"Yes."
On the wasteland north of West Continent City, a few wolf howls could faintly be heard in the distance.
Standing beside a crudely erected tent, Xavier held a phone in his hands, his expression filled with respect.
The person speaking with him was Sigma, the uncrowned king of the Bugra Free State and the president and chairman of Flint Group.
After briefly asking about the Administrator, Sigma continued with the matter that concerned him most.
"Where's Dillon?"
Xavier spoke heavily.
"Dillon... is dead."
The communications channel fell silent for a moment.
Sigma slowly asked.
"How did he die?"
Xavier answered truthfully.
"The people from The Alliance said he died on the battlefield and was buried on the spot in the trenches near the pine forest..."
As he spoke, Xavier was filled with tension.
Although the Great Rift was the suzerain of the Bugra Free State, the Legion was Flint Group's primary trading partner.
He had no idea what agreement his boss had reached with the Legion, but his instincts told him that Dillon's identity was far from ordinary.
Fortunately, his boss was a reasonable man and did not take his anger out on him.
After taking some time to compose himself, the voice on the other end of the channel continued.
"...The trade agreement?"
Xavier said shamefully.
"We couldn't reach an agreement... They only agreed to give us certain tariff concessions, and only for non-military products. As for exploration and mining rights, they have no intention of discussing them with us."
"How strong are they?"
A hint of sharpness entered that voice, like a blade baring its edge.
Xavier's heart trembled slightly. He instinctively lowered his voice and answered cautiously.
"They have roughly two thousand-man units. Their numbers aren't large, but their individual combat