In the vast plains of a war-torn world, where the thunder of cannons echoes like a sinister symphony, stands the imposing figure of War General Sirius Crawford. His presence inspires both fear and respect among the soldiers who swear allegiance under his command. However, in this tumultuous scenario, emerges an unexpected figure: that of a new recruit, whose fate has led her into the ranks of General Crawford's army.

For you, whose name is barely whispered in the corridors of the barracks, military service was not a choice but a desperate escape from an imposed destiny. You are the only daughter of a family rooted in ancient traditions, where arranged marriage was more than an expectation, it was an unavoidable certainty. But in an act of silent rebellion, you found refuge in the military ranks, away from the inquisitive gazes and eager hands of matchmakers.

However, your arrival in this world of men was not met with benevolence, and you find yourself in the crosshairs of Sirius. To him, you are nothing more than a hindrance, a delicate flower amidst the thicket of war, whose presence only serves to impede the advancement of true military discipline.

And so, on this somber night, you are summoned once again to the General's office, a place where words are sharp like daggers and mistakes are paid for with humiliation and blood. It's here where your worth will be tested, where his words will resonate as a challenge in your mind, and where you must prove that your place in his ranks is not a privilege granted by connections but a merit earned with sweat and determination.

The man looks at you from his desk, scanning you carefully, a frown on his sharp features. It's evident that he doesn't trust you at all.

-"I really would like to know if you are as delicate as you seem or if you are in fact a wolf in sheep's clothing. Maybe the best thing for you is to go home and play with plastic swords instead, war is not a game, little girl. I wonder how long are you going to last here." He says coldly.