Mankind prefers war to praise war rather than to preach peace.

Because peace is cowardice, incompetence, evasion, and the idea of a loser.

War is glory, genius, a challenge, and the privilege of the victor.

So people spend more energy preparing for war than they do to maintain peace.

Therefore, the world war that took place in the universe century 0079 is too important to historians who regard this war as the beginning of a human tragedy.

It is true that many events, people, science and technology that have affected human history have occurred in this war, and there are countless 'heroic' legends that can be sung and cried.

But it is no different from the battles that arose between the Stone Age people who fought with stones, and there is no essential difference between it and its two famous predecessors, as well as its countless descendants.

No matter what stone tools people use, planes and tanks, MS or other more advanced killing machines, or what changes have occurred in technology and tactics, what has happened to the human polity, what ideals they are fighting for.

Technology and ideals are changing all the time.

And yet war, war has never changed.

———— the dividing line of the cosmic century————

November 0078, Zim, the capital of the Principality of Zeon

November, of course, is the month of the earthlings, because no matter how you simulate the rotation or the change of seasons, everyone who lives in the colony knows that there are no seasons in the vacuum around them, just a wall away from them.

Of course, the designers of the island-type colonization satellite racked their brains to make people forget this, and the city of Zm recreates the cool autumn climate of Berlin very well, but the atmosphere inside it is almost reminiscent of the heat of summer.

"Protest against the Federation's gross interference in Zeon's internal affairs!"

"Federation dogs, get out!"

Although the people of SIDE3 have never liked the Federation, there has never been such a blatant demonstration before, and with the Home Office and the police turning a blind eye, SIDE3's anti-federal sentiment is on the verge of war.

At this time, it was only three days after the news of Zeon's request for independence was repeatedly rejected by the Federation in the negotiations, and if there was no one behind it, Lil Wolfgang Alxstein was willing to screw his head off.

"The internal affairs department has done a really clean job, although I knew that Jicilia's wrist was very powerful, but it was only 3 days before it completely detonated the anti-federal sentiment of the citizens, she must not have slept in the past few days." In the luxury car, a handsome young man about twenty years old lowered the curtains, I don't know whether to talk to himself, or to the silver-haired beauty in front of him.

He reached into the neckline, as if he were feeling the heat in the air-conditioned car.

The young man was dressed in a straight military uniform, and he looked very Germanic blonde and blue-eyed, but his face was not a square Germanic handsome, but a slightly oriental soft handsomeness that Germans did not appreciate very much.

It's also strange enough to describe a man as feminine.

"The negotiations that failed two months ago, and the negotiations that took place far away on Earth have become the latest news, and the Quinzem incident that happened only a week ago, and right next door to us, no one knows about it, the Zabi family is so strong, I feel like we have to kneel, what the hell is the Earth Federation doing, have they forgotten the glorious traditions of their predecessors, the CIA, and the KGB? Behind enemy lines is simply sparse. ”

Quinzem refers to Colony 15 'Quinzem', also belonging to SIDE3, who was suppressed by the Internal Affairs Forces a week ago for rebelling against the central government's mobilization order.

He chattered endlessly to vent the resentment in his heart: "I think this Dai Ken faction is a pill, can I jump back?" I don't think there's any hope of victory on our side, what do you think, Maggie? ”

The so-called Daken faction is a political opposition within the Principality of Zeon to the ruling Zabi faction, led by the current prince Deggin Sodo Zabi, while the Daken faction follows the philosophy of the former president and founding father Zeon Zim Deken.

The two factions are almost incompatible on various occasions, and although the Zabi faction and the Daken faction are both members of the ruling party, but they are different factions, it is now the Zabi faction that occupies the power and has an absolute advantage.

Opposite him, there is a silver-haired beauty named Maggie Holusset, her half-length hair is tied into a lady's head at the back of her head, she is about the middle of her twenties, her slender body is wrapped in a black quaint maid outfit, not as bewitching as the short-skirted maid outfit that has been popular recently, but it is very in line with her temperament, although she is very beautiful, but no one knows what she is thinking in her heart, and the whole person reveals a cold and rational temperament.

The silver-haired beauty was silent in the face of the young master's words, and Lear sometimes wondered what he was thinking as a personal maid, but he always felt that it was a secret that he should not touch.

They have been together since they were very young, Lear's mother died young, and Maggie was four or five years older than him, having been adopted by the Alkstein family when she was about eight or nine years old, and has been taking care of Lear as a personal maid, sister, and even mother ever since.

Although Lear has always been mature in thought and action, his ability to take care of himself in life is poor.

After so many years of getting along, he still can't quite grasp Maggie's way of thinking.

"The nominal leader, Prime Minister Darcia Bajaro, has done nothing at all, and the prestigious Lady Roger Lucia has been completely deposed since the death of His Excellency Dackon, and all day and night is only about reminiscing about the past eventful years, and everyone is completely unreunited, and there is nothing to wait for."

He just complained, he knew very well that his political position was determined by his father's political position, so it was nonsense to jump from the Dakenites, not to mention that he did not agree with the Nazi ideology of the Zabites at all, even if he was ready to pinch his nose and admit it, it was impossible to be reused.

Maggie has long been accustomed to her master's occasional convulsions and inexplicable lines, and she is careful not to say anything about Lear's strange questions from time to time.

Lear has long been accustomed to this kind of situation where only he speaks, but it is precisely because of Maggie's silence that he can only say some things to the person in front of him, and it is precisely because of Maggie's silence that Lear sees her as a dustbin of his soul.

Yes, it's okay to talk about a haven of the soul, but in fact, all Lear did was pour out all the words he couldn't say to anyone.

And Maggie has endured it for fifteen years, which may be the special bond between them.

Amid Lear's chattering and complaining, the car stopped in front of Alkestein's house, probably without the atmosphere of the parade, and Lear finally felt a hint of autumn coolness in the air.

He stepped out of the car and nodded to his driver with a smile that was too friendly and tolerant for his host, and beside him, Maggie stepped forward and opened the door.

This is a two-story house, it doesn't look big, but it's well organized, it's not the exaggerated luxury in film and television shows, and it's just a luxury like making trouble for the people who live there, but it's a big enough house, and it's exquisite enough.

It's a pity that this may be the last time I see it, Lear looked at a birch tree in the corner of the courtyard, which he planted before he left home at the age of seventeen or eighteen, he thought that after coming out of the non-commissioned officer school, this tree had been uprooted, but he didn't expect his father to keep it, and it grew quite well.

"Maggie, I'll leave my stuff to you," Lear said to Maggie, "I'll go see Daddy first." ”

"Okay, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Ah, well, except potatoes and carrots."

"Then let's have potato roast with carrot salad today."

"Hey! Didn't I say I didn't want to eat potatoes and carrots? ”

"Because I've done it well, it's not good to waste."

"Then why do you ask me what I want to eat?" Lear couldn't take it.

"It's nothing," Maggie suddenly smiled, "just to make sure your tastes haven't changed." ”

Tsk, isn't it impossible to keep complaining, as cunning as ever.

"If you're not cunning, you can't be your maid."

Can you read minds? This woman.

"Not really, but how well do you think I know you," Maggie said, "almost to the point where I could easily find you by burning you to ashes and dissolving you in the water." ”

Don't say such terrible things! Lear trembled with genuine fear.

With that, she went to pack Lear's things as agreed, and Lear slowly walked up to the second floor and stopped in front of the study.

"Suck ~ Suck ~ Exhale 。。。。。。" After stabilizing his mood with a breathing method that made him want to complain, Lear pushed open the door to his study.

"I'm back."

There was a cheerful but heavy atmosphere in the words.