Wayne and Veronica sat together in the back seat of a car, looking at the black and red flags hanging all over the streets, their emotions incredibly complicated.
Being there in person, witnessing the rumble of tank wheels moving forward, the world they thought they knew suddenly felt alien to them.
Wayne was curious, the God-chosen Continent wasn't Europe, a steel flood wasn't absolute, could Prussia still flaunt invincible military prowess?
If so, was The Church involved behind the scenes?
Who were Prussia's backers, Dark Church or Death, or perhaps the Devil from Hell?
Furthermore, when that someone raised their hands high and the God-chosen Continent nearly fell, what did Windsor rely on to launch a counterattack? After all, this world didn't have the filial eagles selling oil at a discount.
Thinking it over, Frank wasn't worth a sneer. Windsor indulged in stirring trouble; when it came down to it, one still had to rely on whoever dug potatoes.