Why Are You Yelling So Loud?

"We should get going, Roy."

On March 7th, in the command center of the former First Desperate Frontline Base in Yosemite National Park, the Federation, Nash, vice-captain of the Burials, noticed Roy staring blankly at the sand table and reminded him, "Roy, you need to be present for the handover and rotation procedures."

"Mm." Roy rubbed his temples, glanced at the empty conference room, and sighed softly. "Why do the Burials need to be present for their military affairs? The Watchers would be more suitable than us."

Hearing the resentment in Roy's voice, Nash gave a wry smile. "After all, you're the commander of the Desperate Frontline. You also need to hand over the commander's authority."

Those words instantly struck Roy's sore spot. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and sneered. "Desperate Frontline, Desperate Frontline... When humanity faces an Otherworld Invasion and stands on the brink of disaster, I will lead the army, the Watchers, and the Burials on the front lines, repel the enemy, capture their chieftain, raise the Federation's prestige, raise the Burials' prestige... Heh."

"The Army handles the frontal battle. I lead the Watchers and Burials in assassinating enemy commanders and confronting enemy Transcendents. Then we return in glorious victory, completely washing away the disgrace of being imprisoned by the Great Wall of the Xuan Kingdom, proving that I'm more capable than Angel Zach..."

"The Federation gave me this opportunity. The President gave me this opportunity. Even Zach yielded this opportunity to me. Yet... yet..."

Nash sighed. "It wasn't your fault."

"No one was at fault." Roy forced himself to perk up, stood, and shook his head. "The Immortal Palace World Tree chose Los of the Diedra people, allowing him to overthrow the Diedra Empire and erase this war before it ever happened. No casualties,