"Lyria, have the designated demolition sites all been prepared?"
An hour later, inside the Allied Forces' command tent, Roxy withdrew her gaze from the sand table and calmly looked at Lyria as she entered.
"...Everything has been prepared. But, General Roxy, are we really going to do this?"
Lyria looked at the Star of Dawn before her with a conflicted expression. Thinking of the 109th Division, which had just entered the Gloom Corridor battlefield and was about to become a sacrifice in this massive explosion—
She felt disgusted by the demolition order she was about to carry out, but even more than that, she feared the commander before her.
Before this, Lyria had believed that after fighting under Roxy for several years, she had already seen through her true nature.
But when this order was issued—an order to bury even their own allies alongside the enemy, all for the final victory—
She realized that she had been far too presumptuous.
Roxy Sankaster, the sole heir of the Eye of the Sky Family, was not the rigid sort everyone had expected: someone who had inherited the spirit of knighthood and would willingly forsake victory for some laughable justice.
She was a monster through and through!
After all, what real knight would commit such a deranged act?
"Colonel Lyria, that final question was entirely unnecessary. I do not wish to hear such words again."
Meeting Lyria's constricted pupils, Roxy rose expressionlessly. Her golden hair fell over her shoulders, and though it should have looked soft beneath the restraint of her military cap—
The moment their eyes met, Lyria somehow felt as if she were staring at a crazed lion. That ferocious stance, with its mane bristling, made even her—a transcendent Mage—feel an inexplicable chill in her heart.
"To secure victory, sacrificing a