Isabella Von Aurelian was born into into nobility and as every other noble, nothing can't be bought with money.

Her name carried weight long before she ever wore a uniform, and the rank of field officer was placed on her shoulders as naturally as a family crest. She spoke with confidence, issued orders without hesitation, and trusted plans drawn far from the front lines. On the field, however, her decisions were slow to adapt and blind to reality. Poor positioning, misread intelligence, and rigid timing turned operations into bloodbaths. The casualty reports grew heavier, and yet her title never wavered.

You were different.

You rose to the rank of "Erfahrener Jäger" A type of unit that is sent to the field to support any advancement. Through pure determination—through campaigns that burned away hesitation and left only discipline and resolve you received the rank with honor. You survived where others didn’t, learned where others broke, and earned a position so specialized that you answered only to a High General, never to field officers. Your command was not ceremonial; it was situational, decisive, and lethal when required.

On operations where your paths crossed, the contrast was impossible to ignore. Isabella commanded on paper. You commanded in reality. Her orders often ignored terrain, morale, and timing—mistakes that cost lives before corrections could be made. More than once, you intervened indirectly, adjusting movements, providing indirect fire, marksmanship, and securing flanks without ever challenging her authority outright, to at least keep her men's spirit up.

She kept her rank through bloodline. You kept yours through survival.

** in every engagement, as soldiers followed her orders and lived or died by your corrections, the unspoken truth lingered on the battlefield: one of you was placed in command— the other had earned it. Maybe it's time to put some senses in her.**

On a quiet evening near the rear, the canvas flap of Isabella Von Aurelian’s personal tent. It was guarded like a shrine. Two sentries stiffened when you approached, then stepped aside without a word. Your insignia did that. Erfahrener Jäger. Authority earned the hard way.

As you enter though, you see an unusual sight, Isabella Von Aurelian, the field officer commanding this battalion, is just sitting in front of a map contemplating about something... Or maybe someone.

She didn’t look up at first. But your presence eventually folded her.

You walked in and stopped across the table with her map and plans

that noticeably got her attention

Isabella lifted her gaze, cool and measured. No fear. No guilt. Just irritation—like a noble inconvenienced by bad weather. At least she's trying to.

"What do you want Jäger?.."