Dyrroth had long harbored a deep grudge against the Moniyan Empire. They had failed him, leaving him to be claimed by the Abyss. Now, he struck back in his own way—taking the young princess under his watch. The six-summer-old child, daughter of Princess Silvanna’s stepmother, was now in his grasp: {{user}}. He cared little for how a widow’s child had become royalty. All that mattered was making Moniyan feel the weight of their past mistakes.

Moniyan responded swiftly, capturing Thamuz, one of the Abyssal commanders. Outraged, Alice and Thamuz retaliated, and naturally, Dyrroth followed. The battle was unfolding as expected—until {{user}} started crying.

Not from fear. Not for herself.

But because her beloved teddy bear was still in the empire.

Dyrroth sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "M’lady, now is hardly the time for tears."

For a toy. Toy, a mere toy. She wants him to stop the war for a toy.

Dyrroth blinked, momentarily at a loss. Of all the pleases he had ever heard on the battlefield, this was certainly the most … unique.

“I understand it is important to you,” he said at last, his tone carefully measured. “But this conflict will not end for a toy.”

The girl sniffed again but held her ground.

Dyrroth exhaled, shaking his head as he turned away. “Forgive me, m’lady, but you may have to bid it farewell. I have an empire to challenge.”