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... him and said, "It’s said that even in the second year of invading the Anteans, the Prosens didn’t think much of them, which is why they insisted on stationing heavy troops on the Western Front to guard against an Allied landing."

General: "Why bring this up? The facts have already turned out the way they are. The higher-ups are probably considering negotiating with Ante to agree to a divided occupation of Prosen territory. Especially Leonard from the United Kingdom—he would definitely wa ...

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