human
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm had spent several years in the capital now, even if he hadn’t especially wanted to. He didn’t want to see the city turned into a battlefield, nor did he desire all the casualties that would result. Including Theresia and her field of flowers…
gpt
Wilhelm:  "Wait." This felt wrong to Wilhelm. And not in the depths of his heart as Theresia had revealed to him. Something was off. And one word Bordeaux had used brought it together.
human
Wilhelm:  "Burning…?" Wilhelm had heard something very similar recently. He wracked his memory, trying to recall when it had been—then bolted immediately to his feet.
gpt
Wilhelm:  Soon tongues of flame will lick the whole nation… Even the capital will not escape destruction. The words belonged to one of the demi-human vandals he had apprehended. Of course, they could be dismissed as bravado—but it had also described Valga Cromwell’s plan. The capital was a volatile place. Wilhelm knew that from his time with the local constabulary. Would Valga ignore his potential allies here and leave the capital out of his plans? It’s not possible. He wouldn’t forget this city. Which had to mean the uprisings were—
human
Wilhelm:  "Bordeaux! All these uprisings are just a diversion! The real target is the capital—the royal castle!" After Wilhelm’s intuition led him to the answer, he ran up to Bordeaux, his voice ragged.
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Bordeaux:  A dark look came across his commander’s craggy face. It angered him, but he was sure. He knew the enemy would seek the royal forces’ most vital point.
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Wilhelm:  "Think back to Castour and Aihiya! The battles where the royal forces suffered their worst losses! Both times, we went for the obvious bait and fell right into Valga Cromwell’s traps!"
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Bordeaux:  "And that makes you think these uprisings are a decoy, while the real aim is the heart of the kingdom?"
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Wilhelm:  "Yes! You know this, Bordeaux! We dispatch soldiers from the capital to put down the rebellions, then they concentrate their forces on the undefended capital. They’ll conquer the kingdom!" Depending on how things went, the choice the squadron made now could determine the future of the Dragonfriend Kingdom of Lugunica. They had no sure proof, but Wilhelm trusted his instincts. If he hadn’t trusted those same instincts on the battlefield, he would never have survived to see this day.
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Bordeaux:  "Hmm." Bordeaux crossed his arms and assumed a look of deep contemplation. Wilhelm could only grind his teeth. The same thing had happened before. At the Battle of Castour Field, when they had encountered the first magic circles and had been trying to decide what to do with them, Wilhelm had urged the captain then to push forward. He had said it was the only way to survive. But his opinion had been overruled, and he and Grimm had ended up the last living members of their unit. The same thing was happening again now.