Eldric showed up in his room. The men's room where Eugene stayed was unlike any other. The bed sheet was neatly attached, and the pillow was in the position where your head would fit in the bed. He adhered a delicate and floral carpet that reflected the garden of a Turkish bay to the wall. Even the flowers in the vase would be fresh every day, adding to the room's framing effect. A substantial, polished timber frame holding a photograph was situated in the middle of the carpet. A picture of a woman with brown skin who had braided, long, dark brown hair. A disappointed look with a delicately molded jaw, and a squat nose that men would vivify regardless of whether it was clear. Eldric's mother, Kirsa Voigt, who passed away fifteen years ago, was Eugene's first wife.

"Have you heard the news lately?" Eugene talked. "Nine died in Vielist and fifteen in Hohen Wangelin."

"Yes, that was reported by our principal this morning," Eldric took his sit on the bed and notice to his dad.

"How jocund it was when we witnessed our Wolf's rise," Eugene let out a sigh. "A homeless man who spoke up in the midst of the country. The man who is incapable of doing so is a coward who sits in shame. He carried out his promise, and we trusted him. He conquered the land that dazzled his senses. a perfect man who believed in the nation's pride and vanity."

The newspaper was placed on the corner by Eugene. And sat down next to Eldric in his chair.

"And today, the Axis is losing to him because they haven't satisfied their hunger by taking our land. They will guarantee that no one of us survives." For a brief moment, neither of them spoke. Eldric had not yet flipped a finger. "He intends for leaders to succeed him. I want you to be a leader, Eldric. I would like you to return to your school."

"Umm... I don't want to go to that school you're talking about. Geopolitics, I don't think I can keep up with," Eldric yelled.

“Listen, my son, just like your mother, you are a genius. A nation required someone with a brilliant mind, like you."

"This didn't go over well with me. I don't know, but I can't think of any reason to go back to school. The literature teacher at that school is strict. They do not care what the physics teacher is like." Eldric left the room where he had spoken to Eugene after that.

"Don't forget that we are losing the war and that failing to attend school will be regrettable. Tell your brain to start worrying a little bit about the future." Eldric ignored Eugene's shout as he left, so Eugene shouted into his ear.

Eldric went to the outskirts of the city, where the café would move quickly from the center, in the evening as the sun was beginning to set. They appeared to be staying here for days despite having fewer bags with them and having more people than in the morning. The refugees who appeared in a single outfit caught his attention for their depressed sadness. The sadness on their faces diminished. In the meantime, soldiers came to line them into the discipline as they grasped the mic and hollered, "We will fabricate a brief tent to let these displaced people from Hohen Wangelin. The destruction is expected to take two weeks, according to our estimation. I want the occupants of the Vielist to bring for evacuees by giving some food or giving them some to live."

When Eldric looked into their eyes as he got closer, he could feel the pain in their eyes. The majority of Vielist residents were not singing in a cheerful tone. Right in front of the line, they would stare at them and gossip louder. The group didn't seem to be greeted by anyone. The refugees were unable to express their opinions regarding the arrogance. Their apologetic faces teased Eldric as he fled the scene.

Eldric went straight to his school to see the dead body that was going to be given to their close ones. There were at least fifty eagers who wanted to gather. White, largely blood-stained clothing was used to tie up the bodies. Beside one corpse, there was the young middle-aged mother with her infant in her lap. Eldric immediately approached her while maintaining his distance as she opened the cover. His head had been spared by the bullet. The way the hole could be seen was bizarre. The lady nestled her dead spouse and gave let her child contact his dad once and for all. Her vision was masked by the steam from her tears and the steak. Her lips shook as she briefly closed her eyes. Eldric was on their side because very few people were paying attention to Mrs. Heinemann's silent lament. His eyes were fixed on her insistently.

As he drew everyone's attention, Mr. Frank smashed his cigarette and said, "Ahem... I express my grief to the person who passed away yesterday. After conducting the post-mortem, we discovered that one of the victims, Mr. Heinemann, a radio jockey, had been shot to death. This was confirmed. We took the bullet for further investigation..." The Vielist's sorrows were shattered by the funeral that ruled the night. The ceremony was also attended by Eldric and Sascha. It traveled until the moonlight's shadow vanished. They left the funeral for home. Eldric followed Sascha everywhere they went.

"Hey, Sascha!" Eldric called her behind as she was going to thump on her entryway. "I'm thinking of returning to the school." Eldric's lips were crossed.