"Conquest wars are grueling marches that test one's will and courage. They have never been glorious legends. Now that this has begun, we must achieve the Empire's aims. That is the duty of us, the Emperor's watchdogs. There's no room for cutting corners in matters like this. Throughout history, every shortcut may have brought gains at the time, but history has always demanded repayment." General Rosanaio said.
"Then you don't think much of this so-called Void Metamorphosis Plan?" Marshal Ikenroga asked.
"That doesn't matter," General Rosanaio replied. "We've gathered an overwhelming force here. That is the real strength that will break Said Fortress and sever that evil dragon's head."
Marshal Ikenroga nodded slightly, gazing at his old friend through the viewscreen with great relief. Their principles and outlook were very similar, and they were in perfect accord in their approach to war and their choices. Yet their personalities complemented each other. Working together like this was far smoother than it had been with that manic Kijeyan who'd gone to heaven.
While secretly grumbling about his former colleague, the marshal said, "We are indeed preparing to crush the people of Earth with steel and blood. But it's precisely this confidence that gives us room to carry out other plans. I find it difficult to evaluate battle plans that are too steeped in mysticism, but this operation was prepared well before the official start of the war. You know the identity of the one overseeing it, Her Highness Duchess Guerebeian of the Infante family."
"I know. She's the cousin of His Highness Beliel, the late King Sorein, and ranks very high in the line of succession. She may not be first in line, but the position of High Elector doesn't always pass according to the usual order."
"If this plan succeeds, will