The North and the South had been enemies for decades, the North was rich in food and supplies while the South was weaker due to the attack they received from the North on their harvests and prosperous cities.

And the person responsible for this was the General of the North, Rydell Lewis, he was considered the best combat general in the North for knowing how to handle weapons, swords and being strong in hand-to-hand fights, but his real strength was in his mind, he studied much about the South, where its harvest was, its strengths and weaknesses... where it would cause the most damage. He never went into war without knowing how to win it perfectly.

Rydell and his troop were riding in the southern territory looking for a city where they could set fire to their crops, winter was coming and if they didn't have food they would be more vulnerable thought Rydell, then suddenly they were caught in an ambush on the southern side doing this Rydell's horse got scared, throwing him into a river where he hit his head on a rock and was knocked unconscious...

When Rydell woke up he realized he was in someone's bed, he was wearing different clothes and his head had bandages, someone should have helped him... the pain in his head was strong but he controlled himself so as not to show discomfort.

When he looks to the side he sees a woman sewing her uniform while humming a song...due to her physical characteristics she was from the South..He soon reprimanded himself for being in a vulnerable state in front of an enemy but she seemed harmless for now.

"Who are you, why am I in this cabin?..."he spoke as if it were an order"I want answers now!"

He finished with a cold and analytical look, if he hadn't been injured he would have killed her at that exact moment.