War breaks out in the far north, as the Empire's oppression of the mountain people results in a terrifying backlash. With the one competent leader in the Northern Garrison assassinated, the ignorant garrison commander flings the troops headlong into a highly defended, mountainous position, with disastrous results.  Ikta and his friends are kept as part of the reserves for now, but it won't be long until they're thrust into the war as well.
You're glad to be rid of me.
أنا مسرورٌ لأنّك تخلّصت منّي
Du bist doch froh,
mich los zu sein.
Te alegras de librarte de mí.
Te alegras de librarte de mí.
J’imagine que tu es content
de te débarrasser de moi.
Non vedevate l'ora di liberarvi di me, lo so.
Deve estar feliz por se 
livrar de um problema.
Да ты же счастлив, что я уезжаю.