Book 1: Chapter 3
“Aghhhhhhhhhhh…” Sprawled out across his desk, Wein made a big show of exhaling the gloomiest, ghastliest sigh he could manage.
Ninym was standing beside him. Back from the battlefield, they weren’t wearing armor anymore.
Normally, she pushed Wein in some way or another to get work done whenever he slacked off, but today was different.
“…This could be a problem,” she whispered.
Wein wasn’t the only one frowning. Ninym’s eyebrows were furrowed, too.
“I finally understand what you were trying to say before I left,” she whispered.
As he looked quizzically at her, she reminded him of the other day. “You told me it wasn’t a good idea to win by too much.”
“We should launch a counterattack!” shouted a commanding officer, giving voice to the thoughts of everyone else in the meeting room. “Marden attacked us first. Now that we defeated them, their eastern region is wide open! We can seize a huge swathe of their territory!”
It was the night after their decisive victory in the Polta Wasteland. The war council gathered to decide on a new objective moving forward, and the officers all had lofty ambitions.