Pressure.

The chaos ceased once the sergeant walked in front. I couldn't see him as I am shorter than a lot of others here. But I sure could hear his voice. "Well, I guess I want all of you to spar with another B-block mate."

Seargent said deadpan, like always. "Yes, sergeant!" We all responded with vigor. What's the point of such an exercise to learn to fight patterns? This is literally what I'm best at 1 on 1 battle. We all shuffled to the grid sections that were pretty big. So I went to a square and just waited to see if anybody would arrive there and sure enough, it happened.

A boy with ash blonde hair, grey eyes, and a confident vibe to him walked to my square. He radiates a cocky aura. "Depressed girl, looks like I'm sparring with you, huh? This should be easy. But then again, I shouldn't underestimate you, hence seeing you're in B-block."

He's monologuing that's boring cliche and kind of weird. Or is he talking to me? And I'm just ignoring. But then again I do monologue in my own thoughts, but that's normal. That's just called thinking. But doing it out loud is just called talking to yourself.

Now when you're crazy is when you start talking to yourself as if there's another person there. I just had an entire monologue in my head just now. He got into a fighting stance.

Interesting… He started jumping lightly and pacing in his place. He started moving forward, then went for a full-on run, surprising. I was in my fighting stance with my sword. He was carrying a long sword.

I stood still and took a full-on clash with his sword to sword. His physical strength was almost an exact match to mine, if not stronger. I directed his sword to the left and went for a jab straight towards his stomach and almost got it off. But his reaction speed was amazing.

He had the right to be cocky. I bet no one his age had ever beaten him before. And I'm not that sure if I can beat him either. He looked slightly confused after that exchange. "Just how strong are you?" He asked, confused.

I dashed towards him going max speed and clashing with his sword, then another time, then another. His eyes were moving rapidly faster and faster as I focused the momentum into his sword. Every single clash was powerful. Soon we were both going at a high speed and with hacht encasing our bodies.

I could feel the heavy density of PRs that were similar to my own in the area. Everyone here was just as strong as him. Although they were mostly three to two years older than I. it was still rare to see such a magnitude of people nearing my PR in the same place.

This is very odd. Is a place like this even supposed to exist?

Queen Fylar…

Sapphire was assigned to B-block. Most future generals, future advisors, and future war legends end up there. And most of the time a place like that isn't supposed to necessarily exist because it's too high a concentration of high PR'd people and it kind of might be a war crime to have so many high PR'd people in the same place or even in the same division.

Because as known, the last time a country decided to do this, a lot of them ended up becoming tyrants of insane power and status that could not be stopped and was a great disaster in history. But anything for us to succeed in this war. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Mina asked me worriedly.

"You know what happened last time someone like Sapphire was in that sort of environment? It was absolute chaos and destruction." "Those fools that tried it last time created a monster no one could stop ending in a team-up that caused a hundred thousand casualties in the final battle against one person."

"Talk to me like my friend for thirty seconds, Mina. No formalities, no fancy talk, no punishments for your words thirty seconds. What do you think should be done about B-block." "I think that this is just going to repeat the same mistake as last time and create another monster we can't control putting my family at risk your family and millions of families if it stays like this any longer."

"Now, what do you think as an advisor?" "I think it's a risky choice but must be done for the sake of winning the war and gaining a better economy and more land." I nodded and waved her off. This is a lot of stress to be holding on my shoulders. I can't stop the war now tensions are too high to even consider a peace treaty with the king of Gryza.

It's almost time for the first confrontational battle of the war. No surprise attacks, just a battle between our army and theirs. Sources say they're sending one hundred fifty thousand soldiers to raid. If they get past our army, then they advance further into our own territories and I don't know if they're going to make a flank attack and catch us off guard.

I slumped down in my desk and looked upon the mirror gazing upon myself I saw my eyebags being more apparent than usual. I'll live for a very long time unless I somehow get murdered so they'll go away eventually when I get enough sleep or something then maybe they'll leave after I quit this god-forsaken job that I should've never taken in the first place.

Then maybe I would be able to just look at something and say "that's not my problem so I don't care." but of course, younger me said "hey I want to be a queen!" and it went on from here at the time it looked very glamorous and nice. But what they never tell you is that queens are heavy users of natural makeup around their eyes.

I learned that secret after the advisors had realized that I had no idea some years ago. Then it went downhill. I neglected my children of proper motherly care as I was too busy and now it's too late to even apologize or try now so why even bother? And now I'm using a girl I've known since she was five for war efforts, god how could I have fallen so far?

But no one will notice because I'm the all-powerful queen and nothing is too big of a task for me to handle. But what if this time it is? What if I break under the pressure of all the deaths I cause on my way to this perfect economy I'm striving towards, hopefully, I'm not to be known as a tyrant in the future. That sacrificed millions for just her own greed and want of power. And there's growing coup d'état worries in the palace that could be spread around as people in the palace are learning what this war is for and even my own child has turned her back to me.

But that's the sacrifice of being the queen even people you hold dear and close to your heart will turn their backs on you. Soon someone came knocking on my door I wonder who it is? Advisor twelve.

"Hello, my queen." He put his hand on his chest and bowed. "What do you need?" "So feisty my queen! I like your spirit but are you having a bad day?" "Every day is a bad day." I groaned at him. "How about you take a day off I'll make a clone finish your paperwork make sure everything's finished how about you change appearances and go have a drink at a bar somewhere."

"You may be very extremely and undoubtedly annoying, but you do know how to have fun, sure I really need a break." I guess someone did notice.