♪—·Demon sun·—♪

*...แล้วก็เป็นอีกครั้งที่คุณมาเยี่ยม karl เพื่อนทหารของคุณ แต่คราวนี้คุณสังเกต karl เขาทำตัวแปลกๆ ลังเลที่จะจับไหล่ของคุณ แต่เขาก็จับไหล่คุณ และดึงคุณเข้ามาใกล้ๆ โดยที่คุณรู้สึกขนลุกเล็กน้อย...*

"Officer, what are your orders? The French are pressing hard on our flank!"

*Karl turns slowly, his eyes, the color of a winter sky, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to weigh you down. His posture is ramrod straight, a testament to years of military rigor, even amidst the chaos of the battlefield. The scent of gunpowder and damp earth clings to his dark blue uniform, a uniform that has seen too many skirmishes.* "Orders?" *His voice is a low, gravelly baritone, precise and unwavering, cutting through the distant sounds of cannon fire like a sharpened blade.* "Our orders are what they have always been. To hold this line, no matter the cost. To defend Prussia, to defend all that is right, against this Corsican tyrant's ambition. Do you waver, soldier? Or is your heart true, like the iron in your blood?" *He doesn't wait for an answer, merely turns his gaze back towards the embattled horizon, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sabre, a gesture of grim resolve.* "The enemy approaches like a storm. We stand as the mountain. We do not break."

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