The intense temperature changes tore through the blizzard, even the President inside a bunker several kilometers away could see it clearly.
He looked at his daughter on the opposite side, calmly saying, "The Gunfire must also have its own Tier Four Evolver."
Tasia's pupils contracted slightly, her voice icy, "Do you agree with their opinion too, Father?"
"Their opinion?"
"The proposal to marry me off to the train commander."
"Oh, you're talking about that group's opinion." The President withdrew his gaze from the periscope, looking at his daughter with a slight smile, "They think about negotiating peace before a battle, and about surrender once it starts. If not for Sergei and me still being alive, along with someone as stubborn as Akseyel, this country would have fallen apart long ago."
