In the base before dawn, Major Kocker rolled his neck and heard it crack. It made him wonder if he might snap his own neck the next second.
After working all day, he was exhausted. He ordinarily would not have had to work so late, but Your Excellency Shevich, who was in charge of commanding the naval fleet tonight, had suddenly returned and decided to move up the plan to raid Pritz Harbor.
Although the item that had yet to be officially announced by the higher-ups could allow the fleet to quickly reach the waters near Pritz Harbor, there was still some distance to Oak Island.
Therefore, he needed to formulate a precise route that would save as much travel time as possible and achieve the objective of a surprise attack.
For that, Major Kocker had worked until now. He had not even had time for a sip of water, but he had finally completed his task.
He rolled up the route map and delivered it to his superior's office before dragging his weary steps back to the dormitory.
The moment he entered the dormitory, he threw himself onto the bed. Within seconds, he had fallen into a peaceful dream.
Kocker dreamed that he had returned home and seen his beautiful wife and adorable son. They played on the grass beneath the brilliant sunlight, and everything was so wonderful.
Unknowingly, Kocker's dream changed. In a daze, he found himself in a dim office and heard faint laughter.
He saw a tall figure from behind, dressed in a Feysac Navy uniform. The man turned around, and Kocker saw a burly man over two meters tall.
The man's blond hair was combed back, his nose was high, and madness glinted in his emerald eyes. He had a broad chin and a thick