Hoske Kingdom border, Maine City.
The heavy snow had intermittently fallen for three days and nights, causing countless houses in the city to collapse and the cries of the afflicted poor to be ceaseless, stirring annoyance in anyone who heard them.
However, as the Commander maintaining the safety of Maine City—General Murphy had no mood to be bothered by the disaster victims, since a more troubling matter was unfolding before his eyes.
On the city walls, Murphy, clad in full armor, wore a grave expression as he watched the soldiers lined up outside the walls, recognizing them as people from the Dorance Kingdom. At the same time, he also recognized his sworn enemy among the troops of Dorance—General McIntosh.
"McIntosh, what do you mean by this!" Murphy shouted angrily, his hand on the longsword at his waist, looking exceptionally furious, "Our two kingdoms have just signed an agreement. Are you planning to defy the will of our great Kings?"
