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30 April 1943
30 Canstalos 1639
Empire of Parpaldia
City of Esthirant
The Imperial Citadel of Esthirant
It is afternoon, and the Citadel is in chaos.
The news of Duro's fall arrived late and sparked panic over the Imperial Citadel.
"Why did the news arrive late!?" Marshal Arde demanded.
"All communication towers in Duro were destroyed by the enemy, thus causing them to send the news via runner." A staff officer answered.
"Damnit! How about the reinforcement we sent?" Arde asked.
"They are half-way to Duro, sir. It is impossible to have them arrive in time." The staff officer responded.
"Halt their march and built a defense line! We shall not let the enemy pass to the capital!" Arde ordered.
"Yes sir!" The staff officer then left.
The shouts of many staffs were bothersome. However, Arde couldn't be bothered by the fact they are in the state of emergency.
Not only that the enemy outside the continent has successfully landed on the mainland, the boiling rebellions and severe relationships with the neighboring countries have added to the current state of the Empire.
Suddenly, a messenger barged in.
"Pardon sir! Our northern colonies have launched massive uprisings! All regional gendarmerie units are requesting for reinforcements!" The messenger reported.
"All out uprisings!? How many!?" Arde asked.
"A lot, sir. About fifteen to seventeen uprisings at once." The messenger answered.
"Dear gods." The Arde turned around to another staff officer. "What unit do we have up north?"
"We have about three divisions garrisoned up north, sir." The staff officer answered.
"Deploy them! Suppress the uprisings at all costs!" Arde ordered.
"Aye sir!" And the staff officer left.
What a chaos indeed...
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Empire of Parpaldia
City of Esthirant
Remille's Mansion
"D-Duro.. h-has fallen?"
*CRASH*
"Your Highness!"
Inside her personal tearoom, Remille's luxurious glass fell and shatter. The servant watching the scene immediately approaches his lady.
Remille, however, is completely terrified. Her face is full of horror and fear.
"N-No! Nononono!"
"Your Highness! Please remain calm." The servant attempted to calm Remille down.
It has proven to be useless. Remille's body is shaking rapidly, and her hands are gripping her head. She's scared.
"Th-They are here..."
'N-No! Duro has fall. What next, the capital? No! NO! They are here...! They are searching for me... Me... Me...'
The servant looks around to seek some help from the others. He later left and immediately took a broom.
"Me... Me..."
In Remille's perspective, shone a glimpse of the same dream she continuously experiences. The horror, the capital's destruction, her raping.
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