The victory parade was seven days away.
If the Magic Film was going to smear—and mock—the Rikaner Kingdom, they had to finish filming it within those seven days.
And since Annan needed a day to polish the script, the premiere could not clash with the victory parade. Ideally, it would take place a day earlier. That left only five days to film.
"Can we make it?"
Olmedo's gaze fell on the draft. She was curious what kind of story Annan intended to film in five days...
"Probably not. That's why we'll need to call in the Bert Brothers and the others to help."
[Saint Laurent Calendar, Year 1003, August. The Tartun Empire and the Orr Empire formed the Allied Forces and built two Great Walls along the northern border—]
This war?
Annan wrote quickly. The story was already there, after all. Olmedo stood beside him, reading each page as he finished it.
"The Rikaner Kingdom attacked Hell Mountain... Why don't I remember that?"
"Because I made it up."
"Right, artistic license." Olmedo nodded and kept reading.
The Rikaner Kingdom was the whole reason Annan had cooked up this story. How could they not make an appearance?
The script spent just three pages on Free City holding Hell Mountain until August 12, then evacuating and taking flight. The rest followed the Elite Squad as it held off the Ratfolk after the others withdrew.
"The Elite Squad?"
Only then did Olmedo realize what the "300" in 300 Warriors of Free City meant.
"Uncle Blom..." Olmedo lowered her eyes. Watching Annan bent over the table writing, she said softly, "Thank you..."
"I'm the one who should thank you..."
Annan could be a little slow on the uptake, but he knew the Elite Squad had been almost all of Olmedo's personal forces. With the