![]() Her legs were a pale white, like a slender column of snow. That she was flying was easy to say, but her appearance, that of a young girl flying through the sky as if it were normal, was like that of a mythical Valkyrie. Luutnantti Elma Leivonen, of the Suomen Ilmavoimat, was flying in the deep blue sky 8000 feet above the alpinists, the fine golden hair unique to Northern Europe fluttering about her head. His gaze remained on the sky for a long time, as prayer-like thoughts went through his mind. He felt as if the ashen sky was hinting at the future of his homeland. The spot from before was hidden by the bulky clouds hanging in the sky. “Well, I’m sure the Witches’ll be able to do something about it.” The tousle-haired trooper tried to cheer up his muttering comrade. nobody wants to have their homeland covered in that poison.” And now, they seemed to be intent on spreading that miasma over the rest of Europe. ![]() They shrouded the Neuroi territory in a noxious miasma, changing it into a barren uninhabitable land. the current masters of that land were now known by the name of that country, they were the Neuroi. Long ago, that country was said to be the home of werewolf tribes. The troopers shivered as he looked at the overgrown forest further back. They could not believe that the Neuroi even had the concept of ‘territory’. On the other side of the frozen river, was Neuroi territory. The snowy field the two were standing in was on a river bank which ran along the country’s border, on a gently sloping hill. As it fell to the deeply packed snow, the cigarette went out with a fizzling sound. The tousle-haired trooper threw down his cigarette. normally, nobody would do something as stupid as that. The other trooper, with a worried expression on his face, put that other reason into words. They were not simply ‘powerful’ or anything else, there was another reason. Nations across the world have continued to send reinforcements, but up to now, nothing could be done to hold back the mighty Neuroi army. The Neuroi invasion was ferocious, and in the opinion of many it was only a matter of time until Karlsland would be overrun. Currently, a hopeless defensive war was being fought along the Karlsland-Ostmark border. Starting with the European countries, soon the entire world was trembling at the Neuroi assault. Ostmark, drunk from the peace it had settled into, was wiped out in one strike, and the Neuroi began a blitzkrieg invasion into Karlsland. “Who would do something as stupid as opening up another war front like that?”Īfter the end of the First Neuroi War in 1917, more than 20 years of silence had passed, when the ‘alien army’ known as the Neuroi suddenly began an invasion of Central Europe two months ago in September 1939. His answer seemed to be more a question for himself, rather than to serve as an actual answer. The tousle-haired alpinist answered, and exhaled a large cloud of smoke together with a frosty sigh. “They’re supposed to have their hands full with Karlsland already.” He fished a cigarette from out of a pocket, and lit it with a match. The alpine trooper with the tousled hair frowned. I wonder, maybe that rumor is really true? That those damn Neuroi ‘monsters’ are gonna attack Suomus.” “Even those Air Force Witches are getting deployed, huh. ![]() After waving to that distant spot in the sky, the two troopers turned back to their own problems, grumbling in a worried manner. Recently, these patrol rotations had become much more frequent. The two alpine troopers were part of the Rajavartiolaitos Border Patrol, on duty along the border between Suomus and Neuroi territory. Hats off to her, working in this freezing cold!” It’s a Witch! The mechanized air infantry! Heh, must be my lucky day! I wonder if she’s here patrolling as well. Clearing his ears, he could hear the faint drone of a magic engine. Behind the goggles used to prevent snow-burn, his eyes were those of a young man. The trooper next to him muttered to himself. Below the large and heavy clouds, there was a small spot flying in those Northern European skies. The alpine trooper removed his goggles and peered out from under his tousled hair as he spoke.
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