Saint Bourne Fortress.
Lieutenant General Byron, whose build was tall and thin, withdrew his gaze from the window and looked toward the newly opened meeting room door.
He watched as Kate Jenny, Adam Baker, and Sweet Oriel entered the meeting room one after another.
Sweet, walking at the very back, casually closed the heavy door.
Byron pressed a remote, and the surrounding window blinds rolled down, preventing anyone outside from seeing the scene inside the meeting room.
The lights turned on, illuminating the room, and Byron sat down in a chair.
This general, who once possessed sharp eyes, now had eyes that looked as though they were covered in a layer of dust, lacking their former Aura.
"We've discovered that Saint John Port is carrying out troop and mecha deployments. From the intelligence, the next day or two will be critical."
"The Strategic Affairs Department is about to launch a full-scale attack."
Sweet said in a deep voice, "For them, this is indeed the best opportunity."
"The departure of the White Swan Action Group and the Ninth Organ has already left our alliance dangling by a thread."
"Allies like the Alps Ice Fortress and the German Iron Cavalry haven't made their stances clear yet, but no one knows what they're thinking inside."
"I've always believed we shouldn't hold too high of expectations for them."
Kate pondered for a moment before speaking, "Thirteen people died in the fortress yesterday, all of them from severe, untreated injuries. Now the soldiers are complaining, believing we should have seized that batch of supplies sent by the Strategic Affairs Department, as those people might not have died if we had."
Adam said with a wry smile, "This morning, a few soldiers trying to escape the fortress were caught. According to regular regulations, deserters are to