Milo explained patiently to Edgar, “I was conscripted into the private army. On the way here, those bastards from the Divine Arms Battalion suddenly stopped us and demanded to exchange their uniforms with us. They even took the trucks we were traveling in, leaving us with no choice but to trek through the wilderness of the mountains on foot. They’re also making us hurry on with the journey in such heavy snowfall…”
Milo related all that had happened, dumbfounding Edgar. “So, it was like that? It seems like the intel we received was wrong. But it’s already a little too late to pursue them now. We’d have to cross several military zones to get to them, but we can’t possibly get past those places.”
“Why do you still want to go there then?” Milo asked puzzledly. “Shouldn’t you already know that even if you manage to intercept the Divine Arms Battalion, you’re unlikely to return alive regardless of whether y’all can emerge victorious against them?”
Edgar said with a serious look, “It’s my duty to obey orders. As frontline soldiers, we can’t have such thoughts. We might not return alive, but as long as it’s for the sake of victory in war…”
Milo sighed. “I can’t understand this sense of belonging that you have, but it isn’t like the Panaqua Consortium is treating you that well either.”
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