[Emergency news: The Alliance's No.5 frontline has been destroyed by Klingon. The number of casualties is unknown.]

…

The optical computer automatically popped up the news. Every word was slowly scrolling through and entering your eyes.

Your long eyelashes trembled slightly, rippling with light.

No.5 … frontline …

His mind suddenly flashed back to the day when Abner asked you to meet downstairs.

"Eretta, don't worry. We're going to the safest area on the frontline this time. Basically, nothing will happen."

"The safest?

Is there a place on the frontline that's considered safe? "

"Of course. The place we're going to is the No.5 frontline. There's a general guarding it all year round. It'll be fine."

"I see. Then, brother, you have to work hard. Who knows, I might even see you on the frontline news."

"Hahahaha, that's not very likely."

You giggled. Your soft and sweet voice mixed with your deep and gentle voice. It was as if you were playing a beautiful piece of music, with a hint of youthfulness.

The snowflakes were still falling. That day, you and your brother strolled through the snow-covered campus. The sound of your feet stepping on the snow still seemed to echo in your ears. It was soft, just like the sleeves of clothes that you touched with your hands.

You chatted with him about many things. Occasionally, you could hear your laughter echoing in the air above the campus. The orange-yellow light shone on the road, and the scenery flickered between light and dark. Occasionally, you would turn to look at Abner's emerald green eyes. Even though it was a cold winter, you felt a rare warmth at that time.

In the end, when he sent you back to the dormitory building, he just waved at you as usual and revealed a silly smile. It was as if he was saying to you: It's okay, don't worry.

On the day you said goodbye, you didn't hug or say anything special.

You just said simply, "See you next time."

Then, you said goodbye to each other.

…

[Emergency news: The Alliance's No.5 frontline has been destroyed by Klingon. The number of casualties is unknown.]

…

The optical computer suddenly vibrated and your thoughts were instantly retracted.

Seeing the contact displayed on the optical computer, you said to Heise, who was still crying, "I'm sorry.

"Sorry, I have something to do. I'll leave first."

You retracted your hand that was wiping Heise's tears. You lowered your eyes and took out a pack of tissues from your pocket. You stuffed it into Heise's hand.

Thou didst not look at Heise's reaction when thou hast done all this, but before going away said:

"Do whatever you want. In any case, I won't change."

Winter style outside the cold, whistling to your body, as if you can?

Going into your heart, it's a little cold.

You walked into the venue and dialed the number. As soon as the call was connected, the person on the other side asked a series of questions.

"Eretta, are you alright?

Where are you now? Have you seen the news?

Ebner … "

You quietly listened to the person opposite you, leaning against the wall. The venue was warm, as if it could warm you up inside and out.

"… Eretta."

The person on the other side was silent for a moment before he spoke carefully.

The crisp young man's voice was low and soft, as if he was afraid or nervous that he had touched something.

"Andy, I'm fine."

"I know. I saw it just now. This …"

You lowered your head and looked at the floor. It was white and flawless. The bright white light shone on the floor and reflected.

You squinted slightly because of the reflected light. Then you pursed your lips.

"I believe in my brother."

You said firmly, as if you were swearing to defend some kind of belief.

"He must still be alive."

***

After she hung up the call with Andy, as expected, both her parents called her.

After calming them down, promise them that you will return home immediately.

You hung up the phone and went straight to Auxerre. He was still holding a glass of red wine and talking to someone. His slender eyes were like a fox's, occasionally revealing an unreadable light.

He noticed you coming over. There was no doubt that the radar from his pheromone receptors was alerting him that an Omega had appeared and was getting closer and closer.

He apologized to the person he was talking to and turned to you with a smile. He saw you looking at him with a calm face.

"Auxerre, I'm sorry. I'll go back first. I'm a little … tired."

… Tired?

Auxerre looked at you in astonishment, but quickly recovered his original expression. He swallowed the doubts that almost slipped out of his mouth and relaxed his brows. The worry on his face seemed to overflow.

"Are you okay?

Let me take you back to the hotel. "

You shook your head, smiled at him, and said:

"There's no need. It's just an elevator away."

"Also, I won't be participating in the next exchange. I have something to do. Sorry."

Then you paused and thought of something. You added.

"I'll explain this to the organizer."

Oseer frowned slightly, but he knew that you were not an unreasonable person, nor a delicate and sensitive person. So although he could not see anything from your calm face, he still nodded, showed a gentle smile, and said to you, "Oseer, Oseer, you are not an unreasonable person, nor a delicate and sensitive person.

"I'll explain it for you. I have some connections with the organizer. Eretta, you should rest well."

You raised your eyes to look at Oseer, revealing a smile. You could clearly see the softness in your eyes.

"Thank you."

Soft orange flowers accompanied the sweetness of cotton candy and candy, but mixed with the fresh bitterness of grass after the rain.

The blue eyes covered by long eyelashes were melancholic and mysterious, like an agate river flowing quietly under the moonlight. Her long golden hair fell softly behind her shoulders. Her steps were calm and unhurried.

Just like when you first arrived at the venue, everyone in the venue quietly watched your back as you left. After you left, the entire venue became lively again.

***

The Alliance forum was in an uproar because of two things.

[Urgent News: The Alliance frontline 5 was destroyed by Klingon's attack. The number of casualties is unknown.]

[Heavy News: The first place of the Alliance's holographic mecha game ranking, Qiu Yu, is a female Omega …!]

Under normal circumstances, the second news would have been circulated several times on the forum and would have been trending for several weeks. But with the first news, this kind of gossip was insignificant.

[Original Poster: How could this be?

Wasn't number 5 the safest frontline area?

How could the enemy succeed?]

[No.1: I heard that the mecha students from the First National Palace went there for an internship …]

[No.2: It's not just the First National Palace. I heard that the students from the Alliance's Silford Military Academy also went there for an internship …]

[No.3: I heard that the security at number 5 camp was very lax today … Seems like there was a private party before …]

[No.4: Advice to the person above. Don't say things without evidence. You'll be convicted for spreading rumors.]

[No.5: No way. Students from these two schools???

If it's true, I feel like there's a shortage of professionals in the Alliance …]

[No.6: Let me give you a simple 'explanation'. The reason why number 5 is the safest frontline area is because it's not worth much to be destroyed. It was originally a temporary point. It's not a main military depot, nor is it a talent gathering camp or anything. Also, there's a colonel in charge all year round. The location is just right. There are large frontline areas on both the east and west sides. Usually, they wouldn't choose to bomb this point … This is the so-called 'cost-effectiveness ratio'.

[No.7: If that's the case, why choose number 5?]

[No. 8: … I don't understand either …]

[No.9: Hey, the main point is that the casualties are unknown!

… I pray that they are safe … I would rather hope that they were captured as prisoners …]

No.10: … Don't be too naive … He's already lucky that he didn't die … sigh …

[No.11: Sob sob sob … I'm really sad … Thinking of so many people who died tragically under the enemy's attack, and so many children who are still in school, they haven't fully understood the beauty of this world … My heart hurts.]

[No. 12: I … I really hope that they can be safe. If I really have to say it, I hope that my sister is still alive … My sister went to No. 5 for her internship training … Ahhhhhhh.]

[No.13: How could this be? Hasn't the war stopped for a long time?

Why all of a sudden … "

No.14: The armistice agreement is still on its effective date, so this is a breach of contract.

No.15: It's said … It's just said!

Didn't planet Klingon change a while ago, you know, and then … the new Alpha is actually very warlike and bloodthirsty in private …]

[no.16:？？？

That's impossible, it's just him alone, would the other councils agree?]

[No.17: It's hard to say … Who knows what these Alphas think, tsk.]

[No.18: Oh, sure enough, all the battles in this world are made by Alphas, barbaric!

Disgusting!]

[No.19: Hey, can't Alphas do something good?

Raping Omega, starting a war …]

[No.20: … I … secretly review the 18th and 19th floor (run away) …]

[no.21:？

What do you mean it's all made by Alphas, this is all a conflict of interests, war is just for benefits, what do you misunderstand?

What does it have to do with Alphas?

And the attempted rape, don't put the hat on all Alphas, okay?]

[No.22: That's true, but Alphas are indeed … emmmmm]

[No.23: Alpha1 is always the one who benefits, heh.]

The following posts reached hundreds, but they were completely skewed, turning into a crusade against Alphas, and occasionally the replies that stood up for Alphas were also drowned in them.

You, who was sitting in a hover car going home, quietly scrolled through the forum posts.

The black letters flashed in the air, reflected in your misty blue eyes like stars reflected in the gurgling waters of Lake Don, sparkling and bright.

The information in the photon computer was endless, and there was always a message popping out.

But you didn't click on it, nor did you turn off the prompt, the vibration from your wrist was like a guiding light at this time, indicating that you should wake up.

You exhaled deeply.

She turned her head to look outside. The snow was still falling, just like that day.

This unreal feeling of traveling through time and space made you a little uncomfortable, even a little dizzy.

…

You'd better go back and comfort your parents.