Believe It or Not

The night wind was cold. Magic signals that symbolized encountering an enemy bloomed in the sky, one after another.

It was like iron fists hitting the faces of every Goethe person.

Less than two hours ago, an attack tore through the festive atmosphere since the end of the war and reminded every Goethe person who was deep in a beautiful dream that the war was not far away.

The weakness of Goethe was a sin, and the reason that caused the war still existed. Now, another attack had happened, announcing the unscrupulousness and disdain of the planner.

He could come and go as he pleased.

The dignity of a country could also be trampled on.