In the headquarters of the Third Division situated near the outskirts of the Southern Frontier, a gorgeous white-haired lady attracted the attention of everyone nearby.
Strands of her silver-pale hair danced with the desolate breeze as her pearl-like eyes peered into the blurred horizon.
Beside her was a beautiful lady whose hair was pitch-black. Her sapphire-stained irises gleamed behind her golden-tinted glasses as she reported news from the Federation.
"Miss Alastair, the President has died from a heart attack. He has been replaced by the former Vice President."
While doing so, she stepped forward and whispered something else into the ears of the Seventh Paragon, whose supple lips curved into an arrogant smile.
"I see... Quite a disheartening news for our President to die in such circumstances during the upcoming conflict against the Clan. I hope that the situation won't worsen."
