The two sisters made their way through the campus.
Compared to eight years ago, the university had grown even larger.
Many new buildings had been constructed, showing Number Seven how much her older sister, Number One, had invested in education.
She had to admit that Number One was an excellent politician. Under her governance, the Alliance had developed at a tremendous pace over the years.
But at heart, Number One was a soldier. Most of what their father had taught her concerned military matters.
Thus, Number Seven could clearly sense that behind the Alliance's rapid development, its war machine was starting up.
All that development was preparation for a war to conquer the Southern Region.
At Giantwood University, Number Seven saw many students in military uniforms.
Their faces were still youthful, without the hardened resolve of veteran soldiers.
Perhaps one day, they would receive their commissions, become soldiers, and enter the battlefield.
War would turn them into seasoned veterans, into levelheaded generals.
But it might also turn them into dry bones in the trenches.
In Number Seven's eyes, the greatest difference between her older sister, Number One, and their father was that their father had been a scholar at heart, while Number One was a military officer.
Their father had also experienced war, but after unifying the Northern Region, he had lost any ambition to advance south. He had retained only the forces needed to defend the border and focused on developing the Northern Region.
In their father's eyes, the farm owners in the Southern Region were no threat.
Their father's philosophy of war had been: As long as you don't threaten me, I can't be bothered with you.
But if you interfere with me climbing the tech tree, I'll wipe you out.
The Giantwood Alliance was called an alliance