The more the Golden Bull Regiment commander thought about it, the more anxious he became. It was as if a fire were burning in his chest. He thought of many things: the horrific fate that awaited the entire base if it fought the authorities, the tens of thousands who might die because of a few people's ambition—and, most of all, the fact that his daughter was one of those tens of thousands.
When he thought of his daughter, his iron-hard heart was suddenly pierced with pain. He could no longer stay calm.
His daughter was the one person he had to protect for the rest of his life. He loved her so deeply that he would pay any price, even his life.
His daughter was only in her teens, at the most beautiful time of her life. She was kind and loved life. She deserved a much better future. If it weren't for this damned Era of Strangeness, she could have spent each day happily, enjoying the carefree youth that should have come with her age.
Yet even so, his daughter hadn't given up on herself because of the Era of Strangeness, nor had she ever hated the world. At the base, she never acted superior just because she was the commander's daughter. She was always kindhearted, treating the world gently.
In the Era of Strangeness, a girl as innocent and lovely as her shouldn't have been able to survive at all. If she hadn't had a regiment commander for a father, she would probably have become someone's plaything at the base long ago, an object for people to fight over.
His daughter was the Golden Bull Regiment commander's one vulnerability, a line no one could cross. The thought that she might perish along with the base made his heart