"Get going."
FrostNova rose to her feet. She still had other work to do. Ursus had been thrown into an extremely disadvantageous position. Wanted posters of Durandal, the supposed rumor-monger, had been plastered across every street and alley. Rather than collapsing, public morale had united in a bizarre way.
Ursus had been humiliated.
Because of their vast territory, the people of Ursus possessed an innate confidence—or rather, an almost blind arrogance.
It was like finding a common enemy. All their conflicts had suddenly been redirected.
FrostNova needed to leave at once. If she did not, she would face an unprecedented purge. It was not specifically aimed at her Yeti Squad, but even running into a small Ursus military unit would be more than enough trouble for this little guerrilla force.
"Running into Ursus at a time like this, you probably burned through all your enthusiasm just getting here. Leave. Gather intelligence in your own way. Don't come asking me."
FrostNova's intent to see her out could not have been clearer.
Though W had come in aggressively, she would not start a war with FrostNova for now. She had no reason to.
"Heh. When all's said and done, you actually envy her, don't you?"
"That's right."
This woman actually admitted it so openly that W suddenly found herself at a loss for words. Without giving it much thought, she turned and left cleanly.
"We should start a strategic withdrawal too."
FrostNova turned to her subordinates. "Head south and lie low for a while. Then we'll come back and continue the guerrilla campaign."
No one would object to her orders, but the warm southern winds would harm their big sister's body. This could not help but worry the Yeti Squad. As she set off, the other members gathered around her, sharing the