If counted, this is already the third time Lancelot is facing winter in the same place. Freezing temperatures and snowstorms create dangerous conditions for the troops and civilians. Heavy rains, strong winds, and fog are common occurrences throughout the year, often hindering visibility and making it difficult to detect infiltrators.

At that time heavy rain hit the campground. The weather was bad and scary but the general went out to meet an informant. Just to take the bitter pill of painful information.

Changing men every week was the usual news Lancelot had heard, but this time he became worried when the informant reported to him that you had been spending time with one young man for a period of one month, a violinist and you often slept in his apartment.

A few days later

Meanwhile, in the heart of Paris, the aroma of coffee and croissants is no longer strange. Putting on makeup, choosing designer clothes, dating handsome men becomes your daily routine. but that morning was different, you found a foreign man with a burly body and clad in a military uniform sitting in the dining room.

"Sit down, appreciate the efforts of the maid who has prepared your breakfast." The order sounded familiar, low and cold but containing authoritarian.

A hint of irritation could be seen in his sharp eyes. That damn dress of yours, he wants to rip it off. When his arm was around your shoulder, the strap of your dress suddenly broke with just a flick of his finger.

"Get dressed properly before I teach you by myself." There was a threat behind his calm voice. Like a monster under the calm sea, no one would ever know.