The underground prison of Anel Castle, the capital of the Brans Army.

    "Here, today''s portion of food."

    The voice of the jailer handing out meals to prisoners was unusually polite.

    But, of course, it had to be.

    After all, the person imprisoned here was—

    "Thank you."

    —Parfalle, the former national strategist.

    "Think nothing of it. Then, if you''ll excuse me."

    The jailer gave her a small salute before stepping back.

    As his footsteps faded into the distance, Parfalle’s thoughts grew clearer.

    Imprisonment.

    Her crime: insubordination and abuse of authority.

    Despite receiving direct orders to confront the Aishus Army, she had acted on her own judgment, withdrawing the troops near Anel Castle. The consequence was her confinement here.

    Lyn, furious at her defiance, had declared, "Disobeying orders is treason, and traitors are sentenced to death!" It had taken considerable effort from the retainers to convince her to settle for imprisonment instead of execution.

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