"So you said, 'The Alliance cannot lose Kingsfort'? Otherwise, 'the bad ending' is our destined fate?" Fritz asked softly: "But with the strength of the Southern Army, how can it possibly hold Kingsfort?"
Interrupted from his long argument, Cornelius paused, stared at his former student for a moment, then shook his head in disappointment and helplessness.
"You've only seen the first layer, student." Carnilys said coldly, "Think more—think more. If you can see this, I can see this, then those old undead in the military can see it too. So why are they still rushing towards this 'bad ending'?"
Fritz really couldn't understand why the military would want to commit collective suicide.
Finally, he lowered his head, deciding to accept the identity of a student: "The student is dull-witted, please enlighten me."
There was no pride or arrogance on Cornelius's face, he merely said flatly: "What I just told you is only the bad ending. After the bad ending... there's an even worst ending."
