"Then let it be my guinea pig first~"

402 Division.

Under a low square-shaped mountain, stood three young people.

Christina stood facing the tombstone, smoothing back her short, refined hair to reveal a scar stretching from her left cheek to her neck. She wanted to say something, but instead turned her head and looked elsewhere.

The young man on her left took out two cigarettes, lit them with his rough, sandy hand, and stuck them into the ground beneath the two tombstones in front of him.

He crouched down, facing the tombstones, "General, I will definitely catch those traitors and bring them back to kneel before you, to be subjected to military law!"

On the left side of Bernard, a young man with skin as smooth as the water stood silently, his clenched fist dripping water. He raised his head to look at the tombstones scattered across the hillside, the mist around him turned into ice shavings.