Battlefields were like butterflies. They swayed and swayed, lives wandering about infinitely without a destination.
"I am going to break down their vanguard artillery."
Battles were like businesses. Filled with lies and truths, bargaining, deceptions. Things progressed with revenues and losses.
"I'll back you up. But Violet, this fight isn't only yours. Don't forget that."
The bigger the proportion, the lower the chances of the ones that had started said battles to be in them. They would throw their soldiers into the blazing flames like chess pieces on a board.
"I recognize that. However, I alone can suffice for a breakthrough. I concluded that involving others would be unnecessary."
Although the soldiers were bundled up together, that was, in fact, a gathering of distinct individuals.
"War is not something personal of yours. Victory is reached through the cooperation of all soldiers."
With so many of them, there were surely those who were bound to become very close to one another in the mass of people.
"I understand. As a soldier, I shall grant you victory, Major. And protect you. That is what I exist for."
Even if the color of their skin, the words that would spew from their lips or everything they had on them were reproved, everyone was the same at the beginning of all. Were they dismembered, there would be no difference in the composition of their blood, flesh or bones. However, even the bodies of snowy countries' young men and southern nations' boys were currently sinking within the soil of what was the motherland of none of them.
"I am fine. Prioritize your own body."
The interchange from life to death occurred naturally, due to the existence of a greater cause.
"Major, I am your tool; your weapon. Weapons... exist to protect their wielders. Please do not say that to me. The word you always use... is enough for an order. Please say it. 'Kill'."
If so, what happened in the meantime that said cause was lost?
Emerald green orbs darkened. In a battlefield of scorching grassland and deluging dirt, the Lord and his subordinate locked eyes with each other. The subordinate kept by the Lord was a beautiful monstrosity. Said monstrosity prided in being the strongest fighter, and was as ignorant as she was innocent. Until the time when her eyelids would close for eternity, she would not know the feeling of having her body burn. There was conviction but no salvation for her. Her hands never held onto anything, and she would most likely continue living that way.
"Violet."
She was definitely destined to do so.
"Kill."
The Girl Soldier and Her Everything
The long-lasting confrontation involving the allied nations of the East, West, North and South of the continent was named the Continental War. Resources strife between North and South; religious strife between East and West. The diverging interests of the Northeast and Southwest, which had formed an alliance with and convolutely comprised each other, interwove with one another and eventually broke out. The Northeast lost, the Southwest won.
Originally, the inequality of the trade between South and North was much too strong, which compelled the North to start the war. The voices of criticism regarding the victory were many, coming from countries that had not participated in the war. What was essential to the war was compensation once it was over. Due to disapproval from other countries, the southern side had only requested the removal of military factories, mainly producing and storing weapons and ammunition, after war reparation. The northern countries had scarce natural resources, but their machinery industry was superior to the South. The confiscation of such technology and the calling-off of their military forces was what served as the compensation.
