The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Colonel, things have come to this point. Cursing is useless. Please make a decision as soon as possible: should we retreat or attack?" the officer on the side advised.

"Retreat? We have no way out! If we retreat now, and this victory is reported to His Majesty, I'll be dead! If we can't bring back information about the patriot and force him to take action, we'll be dead, judging by the outcome of this battle." Nicholas' eyes flashed with a fierce gleam, like a trapped beast. He drew his sword and began to walk outside, issuing his final orders:

"Have the war sorcerers use their most powerful war spells immediately! All mortars must be concentrated on the target point to destroy it! This colonel will personally lead the charge on the battlefield, commanding everyone to fight at all costs! Break through the enemy's defenses! Whoever breaks through the enemy's defenses first will be promoted two ranks and rewarded with a thousand gold!"

The final frenzy finally arrived. Under this order, the morale of the Ursus people, which had been hit by the unfavorable war situation, began to recover, and the war wizards also began to prepare to activate the most terrifying spells, whose power was enough to destroy half of the hillside with one blow.

"Are these Ursus soldiers finally fighting tooth and nail? Hold on! Don't let them break through!" the shield guards shouted, while the soldiers around them also fought with all their might to kill the invading enemies. The ground trembled, smoke obscured vision, and only the sound of metal tearing flesh could be clearly heard.

At the center of the battlefield, the Patriot narrowed his eyes. He noticed the movement of the Originium energy and clearly sensed that the War Mage was already exerting all his might. Furthermore, an elite unit of the Ursus army was approaching the front of the battlefield, and their armor was clearly distinguishable from that of the surrounding soldiers. He knew it was his turn to take action and sever the past glory.

“…&*￥%…cough cough…%…￥&”

The warlock burned his life, spitting blood and chanting obscure words. He raised his hand high, and the sky twisted into a strange crimson. Countless particles of source stone gathered and formed into a terrifying meteorite. Under the warlock's control, the huge stone fell like a flaming meteor, smashing towards the shield guards.

At that moment, the Patriot moved. He broke free from his own lines and leaped high. A dark aura enveloped his entire being. He grasped a massive halberd and hurled it forward. The halberd stretched across the sky, carrying unparalleled might, piercing the void and hurtling towards the meteorite. Ancient Originium techniques flowed through the halberd, each pattern emitting a terrifying power. The halberd transformed into a black, ominous star, ultimately colliding with the fiery meteor.

"boom!"

A massive blast of air swept across the battlefield, like the rising sun, illuminating the entire mountain range as bright as day. A violent energy storm raged, destroying everything in its path and sending dust flying.

When the smoke cleared, a shocking scene unfolded before everyone's eyes: The Patriot had landed at the forefront of the battle line, his armor worn and battered, revealing the scars of bloodshed. He stood tall in the snow, his halberd slanting into the ground, the massive flames illuminating his mountainous figure.

At this moment, all the Ursus soldiers fell silent. Their hearts pounded violently, their blood freezing as they gazed upon this invincible figure. Fear spread like a plague; no one dared to take a single step, and even their breathing became cautious.

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Chapter 115 Temporary Withdrawal

The patriot's attack frightened the Ursus soldiers, who dared not advance. At this stalemate, a desolate horn blared through the valley. Hearing this familiar sound, the Ursus warriors perked up. As if granted amnesty, they slowly retreated, quietly retreating through the snow and wind to an open area.

The Patriot obviously knew the meaning of the horn, so he did not let the soldiers of the Integration Movement charge. Instead, he stood there, as if waiting for something.

Look at the retreating army. Initially, it appeared disorganized, but by the time it reached the foot of the mountain, it was in perfect order. The army then split into two wings, leaving a straight path in the center. With the crunching sound of snow underfoot, a burly man in black armor, heavy sword in hand, slowly emerged from the middle.

Despite the hazy night and the immense distance, the Patriot's sharp eyesight still discerned the identity revealed by the armor of the other man—a colonel. It seemed he was the commander of this 10,000-man army.

"Huh... Salute to the legendary Ursus hero, Captain Bozhukas." Colonel Nicholas thrust his sword into the frozen soil, then took off his helmet and shouted loudly.

The higher one's position, the more one understands the weight of the patriot before them and the significance behind him. Even if there may be private plots, contemptuous ridicule, and even cruel betrayal, publicly, as long as the patriot remains the "patriot" officially recognized as a legendary hero, these people must not lose these basic courtesies and superficial respect.

What's more, as a general of the Fourth Army of the old forces that advocates martial ethics, Colonel Nicholas still has some respect for this legendary hero of the past, even though what he is going to do next is to completely destroy the glory of this legend.

“…” The Patriot did not speak, but used silence to signal the other party to continue.

"Captain, the late emperor once bestowed upon you a great favor, allowing you to fight for the Ursus Empire for many years. Your name is still engraved on the monument that records the merits of the soldiers. Even if you lead your subordinates to leave the army, that glorious history will not be erased. The door of Ursus is always open to you." Colonel Nicholas' voice sounded slowly.

"However... you repeatedly led the people in acts of rebellion on the ice plains: killing patrol officers, disrupting order in the mining area, and destroying private mines. Your fellow soldiers, admiring your past glory, were unwilling to break ranks and repeatedly tolerated your actions. But all they received was intensified fighting and bloodshed. Colonel Tusis of the Second Division of our First Army, unable to bear the unrest on the ice plains, sent 5,000 men to bring you back to Saint Steed Castle and eliminate the treacherous villains around you, hoping to appease the situation. But all they received was an even more bloody rebellion from you, and two thousand of my best men were buried forever in the wind and snow."

"Now, I have come by His Majesty's decree to suppress the bandits who stole our army's most valuable weapon and committed treason! And now, you have mingled with those rebels and even directly intervened to stop our advance. Do you realize the extent of your sin? Can I consider you provoking the army! Inciting rebellion against the empire! An attempt to overthrow His Majesty's rule?"

Colonel Nicholas' voice grew louder, audible to both sides. This time, he would thoroughly brand the patriots as traitors. Only by delivering this message would the emperor pardon his defeat. After all, while it was shameful for a regular army to lose to bandits, it was not shameful to lose to a once-legendary hero. Regardless of victory or defeat, at least Nicholas would be spared the death penalty.

Moreover, after being accused of treason, he could free his hands and even request high-level combat forces from above to support and counter this legendary hero. This would make him more confident of victory in the war.

"..." After hearing Colonel Nicholas' words, the patriot remained silent. Nicholas frowned slightly at the silence, but that didn't matter. From the moment the other party attacked, he had already completed his plan. With so many Ursus soldiers as witnesses, the patriot's treasonous act was a fait accompli, with no possibility of exoneration.

"Since you won't speak, I'll take it as your tacit agreement... Humph, I only respect the legendary hero who struck fear into the hearts of countless enemy armies, not this mere bandit leader who now occupies the mountains. In recognition of your past glory, I will temporarily withdraw my troops today... Tomorrow, the Ursus army will completely annihilate you bandits."

Colonel Nicholas finished his impassioned speech and was about to pull out his sword from the snow and turn away. Suddenly, a hoarse but penetrating voice came from above his head: "Are you... done?"

Instantly, a chilling chill pierced Nicholas' heart like a knife. His pupils constricted sharply. The deadly sense of danger was tangible, a sharp murderous intent gripping his body, making it impossible to move. Looking up, the figure standing on the hillside seemed to merge with the sky. The threat to his life came from the patriot above.

The Patriot's voice rang out again, each word like gravel scraping across glass. "Even after... ten years, your ugliness... has never changed. The corruption of Ursus... has grown from your evil deeds."

"Political situation...party struggles...conspiracies...in the past, I couldn't see through it...now, there is only disgust and hatred. You...don't want me to wear these three hats?" A red light flashed in the Patriot's eyes, and the black aura on his body suddenly rose, almost condensing into a solid entity. The huge pressure pressed on all the soldiers of the Ursus army like a mountain.

"As a soldier, I serve my country and my faith, not its rule. The late emperor I once served is dead, and the empire has been corrupted and fallen by the evil of treacherous officials! In this case, I formally declare war on this empire! I declare war on the army! I declare war on its current ruler—your Majesty!"

At this moment, the Patriot's fighting spirit reached its peak. Even his originally not-so-fluent voice completely crushed the pain and vented it out to his heart's content under his strong fighting spirit.

"And you—after I declare war, are you ready to face my marching posture?!"

The moment his words fell, his figure vanished into a shadow. The earth trembled beneath his footsteps, and the endless mountains roared. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed hundreds of meters, swooping down with the whistling cold wind.

Nicholas was already sweating profusely as he reacted. The figure that had been so far away on the mountaintop was suddenly before him. He didn't have time to consider whether this was the true power of the legendary hero of yesteryear; instinct drove him to raise his sword to block.

"Protect the Colonel!" Several heavily armored soldiers stepped forward, their massive tower shields stacked in front of them. Nicholas, in the nick of time, swung his sword with all his might to meet the attack.

But he quickly realized this wasn't a fight on the same level. The armored warrior blocking his path shattered like thin paper, his proud sword easily severed along with it. The powerful impact sent him flying backward like a rag doll, tracing a graceful arc through the air before slamming heavily into the crowd.

Is this the true horror of that legend? Only when you become his enemy can you truly experience his cruelty. This thought flashed through Colonel Nicholas' mind, and then his thoughts began to blur.

"I spared your life and asked you to take my words back to His Majesty. But now... take all of you and—get out!"

The sound was like thunder, shattering the surrounding clouds and terrifying the Ursus soldiers, who dared not move. Under the orders and shouts of the officers, the Ursus army finally began to withdraw in an orderly manner. Like the receding tide, they gradually sank into the depths of the dense forest, until the last scrap of their clothing disappeared in the blizzard.

The battle was over for now. Only then did the Patriot's imposing aura slowly fade, replaced by violent coughing and spitting blood. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, staining the snow on his chest. His oripathy had flared up slightly after the oripathy he had just endured. Fortunately, judging by the outcome, this would at least buy them a long period of rest and recuperation.

"..." The Patriot once again returned to his taciturn self, turning back without a word and heading back up the mountain. Tonight, they had won. Even if only temporarily...

Chapter 116 Rest

“…Huh…No need…”

"Shut up, you old stubborn old man. It's one thing you didn't follow the plan on the battlefield just now, but you also insisted on taking action. Now you don't even want to treat your illness? Just sit quietly and let Wang Chong help you suppress those animated Originium."

"..."

After the war, Wang Chong and his men led their troops to a gentle slope halfway up the northwest mountain. This area housed wounded soldiers temporarily withdrawn from the front lines. Medical teams were treating these soldiers, while Wang Chong used his black mist ability to suppress the wounded who had suffered from oripathy due to excessive use of Originium techniques.

Among them, Patriot was also in this category. However, Patriot was a bit stubborn and wanted to hold on on his own. Frost Star happened to come with Wang Chong to check on Patriot. Therefore, under Frost Star's strong request, Patriot rarely gave up his stubbornness and handed his body to Wang Chong for treatment.

"Amazing power." Patriot felt his throat was much better, and speaking was no longer as painful. However, the daily speaking habits he had developed during this period were still a little difficult to change.

"Is this coming from you? Or the Demon King?" Patriot's voice was low, intentionally hidden from those around him. Wang Chong saw this and snapped his fingers. A wall of black mist rose around him, temporarily blocking out the sound.

"Since Mr. Patriot has heard it, I will tell the truth... The root of the problem comes from myself, and part of it comes from the power of this inheritance. If the power of the Demon King could do it, then that princess would have saved the entire world's infected people... Of course, she was just a few steps away. If she were given enough time," Wang Chong said slowly, and his strength began to mobilize slightly. A black crown appeared on his head, along with the power that only the Demon King possessed.

"...Are you her successor?" The Patriot felt the throbbing in his blood. He knew the Demon King before him was real. He had never heard of such a powerful being before, and he wondered how he had obtained this inheritance in Kazdel.

"Maybe, maybe not... But it doesn't matter, does it? Mr. Patriot. I have shown you my path." Wang Chong said slowly.

“…” The patriot said nothing, but nodded in approval.

"Old stubborn man, you seem particularly worried today. You have been like this since you came back from the battlefield. Moreover, why did you use your power so impulsively today? It would have been fine if you had killed the commander, but you let him go..." Frost Star couldn't help but ask at this time.

"Mr. Patriot, this is a complete break with the past. The halberd he swung was aimed at Mr. Patriot himself, not that commander-in-chief of Ursus, who was unworthy. Am I right, Mr. Patriot?"

However, it was not the Patriot who answered Frost Star, but Wang Chong who was still continuing with treatment.

"...Hmm." The patriot responded, confirming the answer. A look of nostalgia crossed his eyes as he said, "That person was right. I was ultimately blessed by the late emperor. Now, I'm committing treason. I've truly failed to live up to his trust."

"So you hesitated and wavered? That's impossible. You are an old stubborn person. How could you be easily changed by words of this degree?" Frost Star frowned.

"I didn't hesitate. The day I led my people away, my convictions determined the path I would take. After meeting Tallulah, I became even more willing to believe in the path the Reunion Movement had taken. I was also willing to launch this struggle, and I won't stop until the war ends. However, if I say there's no hurdle in my heart, I'd be lying."

"The reason I held out today was because I knew what those people were thinking from the extent of their attack. Some of them... still harbored illusions about me, while others wished for my death. And that one wanted to force me to reveal myself and take action, to force me to become a complete traitor in front of the Ursus Army..."

What the Patriot said next was almost identical to what Black Snake had guessed. The Patriot exploited the enemy's psychology to devour their manpower. If news of such a great victory hadn't reached the south of the southwest, the Patriot could have dragged it out even longer.

"And I ultimately took action. It was because from that person's words, I saw my past self, how the evil I witnessed gradually repelled me. I also saw the root of the barrier in my heart—it was everything I had sacrificed for, my unwillingness to give up. And now, I must shatter it, declare war on it once and for all, sever the past, and cut off every trace of retreat. Now, I have no choice but to move forward."

After Patriot finished speaking, he felt a sense of relief, his body relaxing. At this moment, Wang Chong had just pulled away the black fog, and Patriot's illness was suppressed. Wang Chong removed the black fog wall and said, "With good health, your thoughts will also become clear. Mr. Patriot, please rest well and welcome a new day."

"Yelena, remember to share some of the brown sugar I gave you with Mr. Patriot. I'm going to continue the treatment with someone else first." After leaving these words, Wang Chong turned around and left.

……

"How is it, Tallulah, have you figured out the casualties this time?" Wang Chong asked.

"The total death toll is more than 10, and the number of injured is more than 200. Now we still have 700 people capable of fighting. As for the other side, according to the current information, the other side has lost more than 1600 people, and there are countless more injured and some deaths that have not yet been counted. If we conservatively estimate, the other side should have more than 7000 people capable of fighting." Tallulah looked at the list of the dead and sighed slightly.

"No need to blame yourself. The current exchange ratio is already beyond imagination. This is the result of our three special forces and a large number of confiscated heavy firepower weapons that have not yet been used. However... the real stalemate battle is still to come. When the other side brings the news of today's declaration of war to the Emperor of Ursus, I am afraid that there will be even more tragic casualties. You must be mentally prepared for this." Wang Chong said.

"Don't worry, I'm not a rookie. I've fought in battles big and small, and I hear the word 'death' all the time." After Talulah finished speaking, she paused and asked, "What do you think the Emperor of Ursus will do to us next? Now we've fully raised the banner of rebellion."

"How could anyone call themselves a rebel? I have to correct you first. We are now a righteous army." Wang Chong rubbed his chin and said, "I heard from a friend that the current emperor is quite diligent. Since he took office, he has used his tactics to suppress the old nobility and support the new nobility to better exercise his power. He wants to repair this country bit by bit and truly get Ursus out of its predicament."

"From what you said... this guy is still a good emperor who serves the country and the people?" Tallulah said with a frown.

"What's wrong with being a good emperor? Can a good emperor escape the support of those evildoers? Even though he's enjoying suppressing people now and claims to value the people and reverse the corrupt government... why hasn't he achieved anything after so long? Oh, it's still what I said before. The emperor sat on that position with the support of those evil supporters. He didn't dare to take drastic measures to directly eradicate the blood-sucking cancer in the empire, otherwise he would be replaced by his supporters. Otherwise, why do you think the previous emperor of Ursus died inexplicably?"

Wang Chong shook his head and continued, "Furthermore, even if he diligently repairs this country through his tactics, what good will it do? Unless the evil system is broken, and a new system of rules and distribution is established, evil will always flourish. Just like the prosperity of the previous emperor of Ursus, it was only a false prosperity that masked the inherent corruption. Once the previous emperor died, the entire empire was immediately exposed, and within a few years, the entire country was reduced to poverty and destitution."

"Finally: A burned-down temple can be rebuilt, but if people's hearts are burned, what's the point of repairing a dilapidated temple? What do you think, Tallulah?"

Chapter 117 The Emperor's Decision

"I understand what you mean... So, no matter what the emperor does, we don't need to worry about it affecting our correctness, right? And the emperor who has already lost the support of the people, his fate has long been determined." Tallulah said.

"Well, that's true from a macro perspective. But what follows is the true analysis, which will determine our future path." Wang Chong explained carefully. "After the letter was reported back, the emperor was furious, but Ursus is currently experiencing internal instability, and deploying troops in various locations is crucial. He will not dispatch other troops to suppress us. Furthermore, in the emperor's eyes, we are merely bandits on a small hill, with less than 10,000 men. We can be dealt with by the Third and Fourth Armies on the ice field. The only concern is Mr. Patriot, who has already been exposed."

"Therefore, our two main opponents on the ice field right now are the Third and Fourth Armies. As for Mr. Patriot, the Emperor will probably send the Internal Guards to assist in the crusade, or even send more powerful generals to target him. Soldiers versus soldiers, generals versus generals, it has been like this since ancient times." Wang Chong said.

"They're just the Internal Guards, nothing to be afraid of. With me here, they can't cause any trouble. Furthermore, those ten Internal Guards I devoured earlier probably already made the Emperor very wary. The Emperor doesn't know who did it, and he might think it was a patriot or someone from another enemy nation... The Internal Guards are a valuable combat resource, and he won't be sending them out anytime soon."

"Therefore, the current situation is actually quite easy to resolve. The Emperor, either because he despises us or because he's wary of other forces and situations beyond his control, won't launch a large-scale attack against us. Therefore, any opponents he sends will be easy targets for us to deal with. For example, this 10,000-man army, at most, will be supported by some heavy firepower equipment and war sorcerers on the battlefield."

After listening to Wang Chong's explanation, Tallulah nodded and said, "So the subsequent deployment will not change?"

"With you, me, and Frost Star leading the assault, that's more than enough. Let alone an army of 10,000, even a hundred thousand, I'd dare to slaughter them all for you to see," Wang Chong said casually. "But you should also understand that our cause can't be achieved by just a few of us. What the Reunion Movement needs most right now is time to develop. We can win easily this time... but not next time."

"Are you trying to... show weakness?" Tallulah recalled what Wang Chong had just said about the emperor looking down on her and the others, and immediately understood what Wang Chong was doing.

"Indeed, we can't appear too weak, otherwise the majority who have remained neutral and spectators won't trust us to succeed and won't join us. After all... they'll support whoever wins," Wang Chong said with a smile. "But we also can't appear too strong. A strong tree easily breaks, and a tall tree attracts the wind. By then, it won't just be Emperor Ursus who'll be watching us closely; even those outsiders will intervene. The Reunion Movement can't withstand a large-scale war, at least not right now. Similarly, the Reunion Movement must maintain its autonomy and principles and can't be infiltrated by those outsiders."

"After defeating this army of ten thousand this time, I estimate that Emperor Ursus will send at least thirty thousand, and at most fifty thousand, to encircle and suppress us next time. Even if we win next time, we can't win too easily. We must prepare to retreat deep into the mountains and begin to continuously consume those people, engaging in guerrilla warfare. We use space to buy time, allowing the seeds of revolution to germinate and mature like wheat seeds planted in spring plowing..."

Then, Wang Chong slowly told Tallulah about the series of follow-up plans he had constructed in his mind, causing her to frown in thought and then become excited. In the blink of an eye, it was already very late at night.

……

In the morning, in the study of Saint Jun Castle.

"Your Majesty... This is the matter presented to me today. Also, this is the news from Beiyuan... As the nature of the matter is extremely serious, Your Majesty, please make a decision as soon as possible."

A middle-aged Ursus man holding a ceremonial staff handed an urgent secret report to the desk. The middle-aged man, who had the aura of a superior, was intimidating without even getting angry, and wore a crown on his head. He was the current emperor of the Ursus Empire, Fyodor Vladimirovich.

Fedor opened the secret report in his hand and looked at the contents. Even though he had practiced not showing his emotions for more than ten years, the emperor still showed anger on his face and threw the secret report hard on the table.

"Good, really good... I didn't expect that they would degenerate to this extent in the past twenty years since the Third and Fourth Armies were sent to the ice and snow! First, the supplies transported to the army were stolen, and the camp of a thousand people was looted and slaughtered by bandits. Now they led tens of thousands of people to encircle and suppress those bandits, but they were defeated again in the first battle! The empire has supported them for so many years, and this is how they fight?! They are simply a bunch of useless termites sucking blood from the empire!" Fyodor scolded angrily.

"Witt, tell me... these idiots, besides tarnishing their honor and inciting rebellion that nearly brought their country to ruin! What else can they do? What's the point of the Empire keeping them around?"

"Your Majesty... please calm down. Even if the Third and Fourth Armies are weak, they are still the backbone of defending the ice field and resisting the invasion of the East Country and Dayan. Moreover, isn't there a reason for their failure?" The Speaker of the Imperial Parliament named Witte said slowly.

"You mean that patriot?... Haha, if that Wendigo takes action, then we won't just let them lose the first game and leave temporarily. I know his fighting style too well. If he doesn't move, he'll be fine, but if he moves, he'll fight to the death. In that case, the battle report I receive won't be a retreat due to setbacks, but a complete defeat! Tusis and Nikolay... do they think I'm a fool who's as easy to fool as them?" Fyodor sneered twice and said.

"Your Majesty, a frog in a well cannot understand the vastness of the sky. But even the dumbest beasts of burden will eat something other than grass once they are provoked. Your Majesty, if you want to deal with them, you need a suitable reason. Just like the decent reason they made up for themselves to prevent Your Majesty from taking their heads." Witt said slowly.

Fyodor was silent. Then he raised his head, his eyes gleaming, and he said slowly, "That's ten thousand lives..."

"But they've already failed. You should know that those ten thousand men... couldn't stop that beast. After all, it's a legend... and how many legends are there in this world?" Witt said calmly. "A manageable failure at least allows us to leverage it to achieve more, don't you think? This is an opportunity. A chance for Your Majesty to reclaim power and save this country."

"You are right, my friend... Then you should know how to provide the support mentioned above, right?" Fyodor said in a deep voice.

"Understood, the army group will not make any moves, and your Majesty's guards will still surround your Majesty. The only support they can get is food and weapons." Witt bowed, and just as he was about to leave, Fyodor called him again.

"Speaking of the Royal Guards... those 10 missing Royal Guards, have they not been found yet?" Fyodor asked slowly.

"We haven't found them yet. But according to the information held by other internal guards, they should still be alive. Otherwise, there would be no traces of the country left on the ice field." Witt stood up and said.

"Then what exactly are they going to do? Witt... Do they want to treat me again like they treated that old guy? They want to stand by and watch my death - they even plan to betray me!" Fyodor said with a deep fear in his eyes.

"No, Your Majesty, they will not do this as long as you are the monarch of Ursus." Witt said seriously.

Fyodor neither nodded nor shook his head, but finally said slowly: "I understand, you can leave." Only then did Witte leave the emperor's office and prepare to return to his home to deal with some matters.

When Witt walked in the city of Saint Stein, watching the hard-working people start their busy day's work, the vigor and vitality made Witt feel a sense of comfort and enjoyment. It would be great if the entire Ursus Empire could have the same vigorous and refreshing feeling as Saint Stein in the morning.

"Hey, are you going to Teacher Kashena's class today?"

"Hehe, of course, Teacher Kasheina's lectures are very interesting. Some of the viewpoints in them give me completely different feelings. I have never thought of such a way of looking at things."

At this time, two students happened to pass by Witt, and seemed to be happily discussing the content of the upcoming class.

"Student days, those days seem so far away. Seeing these students so enthusiastically engaged in their studies proves that Ursus has a bright future. That teacher, Kashena, seems quite capable, too."

Witt briefly memorized the name, leaving a slight impression on himself. However, he had no idea what kind of turbulent impact this name would bring to Saint Jun Castle in the future. But that was a story for later.

Chapter 118: Honeysuckle's Strange Thoughts

"You're going to the battlefield too? What about little Lisa? Someone has to take care of her, right?"