"The Divine Son of the Polar Alliance, Vons, has appeared!"
With these words, the command post of the Western Kingdom in the rear valley was set alight. Ulysses snorted coldly, "I knew there would be problems. My intuition has been telling me this for a long time."
He seemed both angry and pleased.
"Simon, it's your turn to take the stage now, act quickly. Hopkins is entangled with Vons. As long as you get there swiftly, you can secure victory."
Simon nodded and walked out without saying a word.
"Wait!"
Ulysses called to him, "Quick win, act fast, finish and come back immediately. Don't concern yourself with anything else."
Simon had tolerated this conservative strategy for a long time, and now he couldn't hold it anymore: "Why? If I kill Vons, I can continue pursuing them."
"No," Ulysses said seriously, "You must return. I feel the Dragon Country is too quiet. They must be plotting something as well, yet I haven't received any intelligence, which makes me uneasy."
