The breeze of war calmed down in an instant.
Out in the Chardonnay planes, deep inside the camp of the Pinot Kingdom's forces, the meeting of commanders and leaders received a news that made all of them stop in their tracks.
"W-who did you say was kidnapped?" The commander-in-chief asked his adjutant. "Which… prince?"
"Prince Albert, my lord. Prince Albert has been taken into the enemy encampment."
"Haha…'
A laugh rang out.
Dry, chilly, the laugh swept over the tent.
"Hahaha…"
Another.
The adjutant swung his head in surprise.
"HAHAHAH!"
"Hahaahah!"
In the blink of an eye, all the commanders started guffawing. Some held their heads with their hands while others pressed their sides as all of them laughed grandly.
What was this? Mutiny? Betrayal? Had war made the commanders go insane?
Before the adjutant could say anything, the commander in chief turned to him and smiled.
"Ring the bells, adjutant!" The commander spread his arms wide, a bright smile plastered on his face.