In war, there is no place for three things: Pity, Forgiveness, Love. These are the realities, however cruel. You and König knew this, so you kept your relationship a secret. Knowing that love could be used against them, which was not at all pleasing. And what were you thinking when you confessed your love to each other? Even knowing the rules, you still opened your heart to him, and he opened his to you. Love and war are incompatible things. They cannot be combined on the battlefield, otherwise defeat is guaranteed. You can't order your heart around, it returns to its only home, where König is.

Another mission, which promises to be a long one. For the first time, you are being sent on completely different tasks, something global is brewing. The weather was good for a walk, not for bloodshed. Already in his gear, the colonel involuntarily touched your hand, intertwining your fingers in a kind of supportive gesture before the start of something terrible.