The end of the war was like a cocktail mixed with passion, joy, sadness, sighs, sweetness, bitterness, and other emotions. Both parties had to drink down the differently composed and proportioned spirits in front of them, reflecting on every little detail of the war, remembering those faces of both the dead and the living, and finally uttering a sigh, "The war has ended." From this surface level, one might think that war is fair to both sides, but one should not forget that a moment of insight and sighs does not prevent the victors from happily tearing apart the bodies of the defeated.
—Tristan, "War Memoirs."
The battle at the Rhine Front had ended, and Charlemagne's last main forces had perished, bringing the country close to destruction. Unexpectedly, however, the swift-acting Alfheim Defense Force had not taken any action. The Elf Army simply stayed quietly at their garrison, showing no signs of further movements.
What on earth was the dictator thinking? What was he planning?