“It’s too hot! I can’t fight anymore!”

Gong Ju-Ha rolled around on the ground as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead. She smiled at the pleasant feeling of cold snow cooling off her cheeks.

“Sigh, I’m getting sleepy…I just want to fall asleep like this…”

“People who fall asleep like that usually die in movies.”

“Hey, In-Ho. Can you not kill the vibe like that, please?”

Ha In-Ho approached Gong Ju-Ha.

“May I report?”

“Oh, yes. Go ahead.”

Gong Ju-Ha sat down and shook off the white snow on her hair and cheeks.

“Among the Goblin guild, a hundred twenty-seven are slightly wounded and twenty-nine are severely wounded. The number of deaths is…”

“...The number of deaths is?”

Gong Ju-Ha’s nervous eyes turned to Ha In-Ho. With his superior’s full attention, Ha In-Ho smiled brightly.

“Zero.”

“Do you have a death wish? Why did you take so long to say that?”

“I’m just joking around because the battle turned out so good.”

Ha In-Ho calmly continued to report the achievements.

“We won a huge victory. Of course…I can’t say that there were no deaths overall, but still…”

“...Well, that’s war.”

No matter how well and how hard they fought, there was no war where only the enemies died. The past few decades had engraved that piece of wisdom deeply into the players’ very bones.

“Someone might be angry if they heard me say this, but I think it’s good that we could wrap things up with only this much damage.”

Gong Ju-Ha nodded as she agreed with Ha In-Ho. Even if the players were to fight again on the same terms, she wasn’t confident that they would achieve...