Delfina reminisced about the good old days of long ago. The king had been righteous and respectable, the commanding officers had trusted each other, and the people had been so happy. But what about now? The land had been reduced to barren waste. The king had blood on his hands, even though he claimed it was in the name of survival. The commanders had grown haggard. The people wore dark, lifeless expressions... But Delfina would struggle onward, in the name of the kingdom.