In a luxurious and spacious room, a young man sat on an ornate chair, while a woman, whose youthfulness could be considered somewhat of a compliment, stood before him. The dynamic between the two suggested a master-servant relationship.

“So, the Nirvana Alliance has taken action under the guise of protecting Alice Abbey?”

“Yes. However, I believe that’s just a pretext. There must be another objective behind it.”

“I thought as much. There’s little value left in protecting Alice Abbey for them.”

“What should we do, then? Shall we crush the Nirvana Alliance along with Alice Abbey for their insolence?”

“No, there’s no need for that. Leave them be. There’s no point in giving the Nirvana Alliance an excuse to act. As long as we don’t make a move, they won’t be able to do anything.”

“Understood. I will relay to the Axis Coalition Forces that they are not to take any action.”

The woman bowed and was about to leave the room when the young man stopped her.

“Wait… Hmm, on second thought, perhaps we should have the Nirvana Alliance clash with the Elysian Empire. It’s a risky move, but a little adventure makes things more interesting. Very well, I’ve changed my mind. Have the Seventh Reconnaissance Unit disguise themselves as the Elysian Empire’s forces and attack the Nirvana Alliance. I trust you understand the details without me having to explain further.”

“Of course. It will be a delicate operation, but may I take command of it personally?”

“Very well. With you in charge, I’m confident there will be no mistakes.”

The woman bowed once again before leaving the room. The young man, lost in thought, let out a sinister grin. However, his expression was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Commander Triua, Fistoa has arrived.”

Hearing his subordinate’s report, the man referred to as the commander immediately put on a serious expression.

“What brings you here? Is there something you need?”

Fistoa, ignoring the reception desk, walked straight into the room.

“No particular reason. I had some business nearby, so I thought I’d drop by to see my brother.”

“You’re as terrible a liar as ever. So, what is it you want? A new Ride Carrier? Or perhaps a Magicraft equipped with the Four Elemental Cannons?”

“In that case, prepare a MagiCraft exclusively for Class 3.”

“Oh? You’ve found someone worthy of Class 3? That’s good news.”

“Can you arrange it?”

“Heh. Father recently had a new unit built for Fistina. I’ll see if I can get it for you.”

“I appreciate it. It’s perfect since that traitorous sister of ours won’t be needing it anymore.”

“Hey, don’t say that to Father. You’ll only upset him.”

“Heh, I know. Father adores Fistina. I doubt even her betrayal would change that.”

“Indeed. To Father, it doesn’t matter if his daughter opposes him or not. Even now, if Fistina were to ask for something, he’d grant it without hesitation.”

The two brothers shared a laugh, amused by the peculiar nature of their father’s unwavering affection for his daughter—a sentiment only they could understand.