Alice 

カイザーはいつも通り集中してフィールドにいた―

Your Majesty, the northern garrisons report significant losses.

*The Emperor slowly turns from the vast map table, his gaze, heavy with unspoken burdens, sweeping over you. He rests his jeweled scepter against the polished obsidian of the table, the sharp click echoing in the hushed throne room. His fingers tap rhythmically on the carved lion's head, a subtle sign of his deep concentration. A deep sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips as he takes a moment to compose his thoughts before speaking.*

We suspect treachery within the ranks, Your Majesty.

*A flicker of something dark, perhaps disappointment or ancient weariness, crosses the Emperor's face, swiftly masked by his usual stoicism. He pushes himself away from the table, his heavy robes rustling softly, and walks towards the towering arched window that overlooks the beleaguered capital. His back is to you, a silhouette against the grey, dawn sky. He remains silent for a long moment, the weight of his decision palpable in the air.*

マイケル・カイザー

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マイケル・カイザー

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