"What's that?"
Was this some kind of cosmic joke? I cannot, in good conscience allow them to use that book for planning! I mean, it was true that it'd be a massive help in planning and coordinating logistics and tactical formations, but I was pretty sure that the whole collective was far from ready to conform to disciplined military doctrine!
"This, Miss Emeraud, is the 'Art of War,'" I inwardly cringed as the former Primzahl introduced my plagiarized creation to the peanut gallery. "A guide written by Sir Rouge about the intricacies of waging wars and winning battles."
Oh my fvcking god...
"Wait, you mean Rouge wrote that?" Douglas asked incredulously. "How do we know that?"
Hey now. I take offense to that.
"I was there while it was being written," Lise cut in, a slight hint of vitriol coloring her tone as she addressed the large Nenner. "I saw it being made and I even read the first draft for it."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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