Northern Europe Forest, torrential rain.
Blood gushed from Alexander Kingsley's wounds, soaking his military uniform.
What happened three days ago...
This primitive forest is at the border of Country Z and Eastern Europe, next to the sea, with beasts lurking inside.
"Admiral... President..." The adjutant spoke with extreme seriousness and respect, trembling, "Still not found..."
"Bang—" Alexander Kingsley got angry for the first time, kicking the person next to him, who half-knelt on the ground; their ribs probably broke from the kick.
"Find... If you can't find the Crown Prince, I'll..." Alexander's voice trembled a bit, "In this forest, if you can't find him, I'll twist your heads off—"
Lucas Knight will not be in trouble, he won't.
...
In the days that followed, the search continued for a week, yet there was still no trace of Lucas Knight.
There were wolves in the forest, surrounded by the sea; Alexander couldn't imagine...
