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168 The Battle of Those Who Refuse to Fight

Far to the west of Fathie lay the capital of Narshe, Parfait Amour, where various government ministries were gathered. In a stone government building tucked into one corner of the city, a man who held the post of internal affairs director flipped through a submitted report with an expression that betrayed his lack of interest.

After reading it through, the man, stroking the beard that lined his gaunt cheeks, voiced a question regarding someone who had barely been mentioned in the report.

「And what of that old man who supposedly came up with this whole scheme? I was told there was someone like that involved.」

「He’s reportedly dead. Seems he had a lung condition and passed rather easily. A soldier spotted him collapsed in a corner of the barracks, and no one’s seen the body since.」

「Hmph. What a fool.」

Many heads had rolled over the Fathie affair. Blame had been passed back and