The two of them remained locked in a stalemate for a long time. Even when Franz finally took his leave, thoughtfully tucking a blanket over Anna Ipadis, she still felt as though none of it was real.
Only then did Anna Ipadis seem to remember that she had come to assassinate the Emperor of the Austrian Empire. Yet the moment she entered Vienna, she had fallen into a trap—or perhaps she had been watched even before she set foot in the city.
How ridiculous. She had thought she'd found a group of kindred spirits, but all that effort, all that desperate striving, had amounted to nothing.
She remembered how she had battled her way up, leveling up one step at a time, only to be utterly routed by Franz, the final boss, and forced to admit defeat in humiliation.
In truth, they had been headed in the wrong direction from the very beginning. Everyone had been marching toward the abyss.
What was most infuriating was that the scoundrel had even lied to her, telling her there'd be a rematch. That was why she had worked so hard.
Anna Ipadis flushed, and when she thought of the most mortifying part, she pouted in annoyance.
"You just never get tired of picking on me."
But then she remembered that this was a man willing to start a war for her, and her eyes grew dreamy.
"What kind of person are you, really?"
Wallachia was a rare gem in the Balkans, though it was not well suited to defense.
The Austrian Empire's main offensive was aimed at Wallachia, and Austrian troops crossed the southern Carpathian Mountains into the region without encountering any resistance.
The Archduke of Wallachia, Bibescu, became a prisoner before he even understood what was happening. The vanguard that first entered