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Viktor adjust his tie under the grey uniform and puts on his officer hat.

He stood in front of the mirror, looking at his own reflection.

Aged 22, he was a young man with a perfect beautiful face but empty and emotionless as well as his white skin , his white curly hair were let long loose behind his nape, his blue eyes are like shiny beautiful crystal that are easily to break, he wears a pair of round glasses to support for his close-sighted eyes.

He covers outside the grey uniform with a white officer fur coat, and an armband on his left arm showing the flag of Stravaria and the symbol of the Federal Army.

His insigna on the shirt collar indicating he's a Major with a yellow flower on a dark green color with silver hems.

The government has called for a mobilization through out the nation, it attracted thousands of young boys, men and women in the nation to the conscription office.

The historical occupation and domination of the Berovian, along with their invasions in 2 previous war in 2037 and 2046, are the two things that breeds the hatred towards the Berovians, due to that, young teenagers happily enlisted to the army, all of them have a common a belief, that this war will be glorious, they were led by an extreme patriotism and an illusion of glory and pride.

But not everyone is volunteering.

There are some people who is called back to the battlefield for duty. Viktor is one of them.

Of course, as a commanding officer, his role in the army are way more important regular soldiers of the army.

Today is his return day, right after his day-off period ended.

A black car waited outside his house, a simple houses lies far from the city, it gives people a vintage impression upon the design and surroundings, it's roofs are covered in thick snow.

Viktor steps outside and approaches the car, a soldier opens the door for him.

-"Greetings, Major Zarsennberg."

-"Thank you."

The car starts to roll it's wheels, over the snowflakes on the wide but empty road.

Viktor puts off his hat and lays his head on the car's window, his blue shiny eyes watches everything outside passes by, like a film of a person who's death is near.

Snow falling becomes faster, pine green trees filled with a little of white color on it's leaves, the dark sky with little weak sunlight that are able to passes through the thick layer of cloud which dominated Stravaria like a curse (indeed it was).

Stravarians jokingly uses the lights that were able passes through the clouds as an example for a phrase they called "Sisu" - representing the dedication and consistence in life.

Unknowingly, Viktor felt while watching the sceneries outside the car.

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-"Welcome Viktor, my dear child."

Franceskar greets Viktor as he came in her office at the Federal Army Headquarters in Hreasikven - capital of Stravaria, located in the central of the nation, origin to the Stravarian culture and civilization for thousands of years.

-"Good morning, Marshal Aannerheim."

-"Thank you, take a sit on the sofa."

Viktor did as she says, as Franceskar stands up and takes with her some documents, as well as preparing drinks.

-"What would you like to drink? my son?"

-"A cup of coffe would be enough, thank you Marshal."

Viktor said when he sat down and takes off his hat, he looks at Franceskar, the wolf woman who is preparing the drinks for both of them, all of his attention focus on the fluffy tail waving behind her back.

-"Her you go, enjoy~"

-"Thank you Marshal."

-"I already said just call me Franceskar"

She giggles.

-"Calling you Marshal gives me a better feeling like we're concentrated on the work and duty more than calling you by your first name."

-"You're so serious my dear, what about my full name?"

-"Your full name?...i don't remember.

-"Franceskar Gustaf Emil Aannerheim. Remember that."

-"Understood."

Franceskar smiles of a sheer triumph. As she sips her beer cup, it's large, right after that, she smokes with her tobacco pipe, a deadly combo which could drain any human life span for years, but since she's a wolfwoman, which means she's have incredible health and immortal life span. This means nothing but enjoyment.

-"So why would you call me for a personal talk today?"

-"Your mission, of course."

-"What's about it? a new one?"

-"Correct."

As the two stops to sip their drinks, Franceskar uses the time to put on the table the documents she gathered earlier while still enjoying the premium and amazing taste of Asoresen Malted Barley Beer, the one and only food corps that could survive the extreme climate condition of Stravaria, if not grows perfectly.

-"The federal army generals, excluding me, wanting to transfer this new battalion, to merge with your company, The 26th Combined Regiment."

Franceskar said as well as pointing her finger at the document on the table.

-"The 12th infantry company. Consisting one of the most strange, unusual and crazy soldiers in the whole army. The previous commander of the company has to resigned due to the extremeness and behavior of the soldiers, but due to their incredible fighting skills and abilities as well as achievements, the headquarters decided not to disband or penalty any of the soldiers, instead, they decided to merge this regiment along with your regiment because they can't find a suitable and qualified officer to command this company, until they found one, this company will be under your command."

-"...12th infantry company huh..."

Viktor listens while reads the documents as he flips the pages.

-"...They were considered to be the craziest company, as their troops were unnormal soldiers. Sergeant Airo Vastinen, a thief, once killed a civilian while he was robbing into a local shop, the government put him into suicidal military battles as his execution, unexpectedly, he survived, in the battle of Graci, 2046, he burned a whole building trapping 110 Berovian soldiers inside and killed many others, alone, with only a submachine gun. Staff sergeant Mikla Koskinen, a special juggernaunt trooper, she was a patient suffering from a mental health, later she escaped the hospital and got lost into enemy's terriotory, surrounded by the Berovians, she stole a machine gun and ammunitions, and wiped the whole enemy barrack of 2,000 soldiers, it was nearly impossible for a girl having mental problems to do so. There were many others that you wouldn't believe, all of them are the criminal types or disordered types, unexpectedly that they have strong connection and amazing teamwork between each other, but they never follow the commander's orders but doing their way, somehow they always accomplish the mission perfectly."

-"...Damn, look at their achievements..."

-"Until you saw their actual fighting abilities, they, are, monsters, although not the most elite, but they were considered to be the strongest standard soldiers that are not special units."

-"...i see..."

Viktor puts the documents down on the table after he finished it.

-"So you're saying these soldiers will be under my command?"

-"Yup"

-"Under my total command?"

-"...uh huh, until we found a new commander."

-"Alright..."

Viktor sips a cup of coffe and then starts asking.

-"Putting this aside, what about the plan for the offensive invasion? i may ask?"

-"Very well that you asked, i was about to tell you...But."

-"But?"

-"It's almost the time for the meeting with other generals of the army, come with me, i'll popularize the specific plans and goals for you along with others."

Franceskar stood up, she puts on her white fur cap and adjusting her uniform.

-"Come on, let's go, we're gonna be late."

-"Yeah...right, but can i ask you question?"

-"mhm? go ahead."

-"...Why don't you become the president, such influential character like you who achieve many many victories and gained a large amount of respect from both the government and the people like you wouldn't find the elections difficult, along with your capability, you can easily became the president, why don't you?"

-"...That's a question for the next episode show, dear~"

Again, she giggles dangerously, that giggle whenever she faced something or some question she couldn't answer, or didn't want to answer, the giggle that viktor remembered and noticed carefully.

-"A secret makes a woman, woman."