"Dead?!"
Upon hearing the death of his close general, Cohen sat behind his desk in a daze for several seconds before angrily slamming his fist onto the table.
"Why am I only hearing about this now?"
These days, he had just taken over the affairs of the Falcon Kingdom, struggling with the post-war reconstruction.
General Kras's industrially established facilities, painstakingly built over a dozen years, had all been destroyed by the Alliance. Those people even spared no machines or engineers in the factories, moving everything to Bistetown next door.
Just having settled the property disputes in the Royal City, he found that the old king's treasury was so poor that mice could run through it.
Before he could solve this issue, dire news followed closely from the Great Desert.
Wali...
Thinking of that young officer with a promising future, Cohen clenched his teeth so hard sparks seemed to strike between them.
