When I joined the Alliance Intelligence Bureau, my mentor asked me, what is the most important thing about being a top undercover agent? Me: Absolutely loyal, absolutely rational, and guaranteed to complete the mission! Tutor: Very good. Now, I want to go back in time and slap that naive self. I, the youngest ace agent in the alliance, codenamed "Nightingale", sneaked into the rebel base camp for three months. My work report is as follows: Good news: I successfully defrauded the rebel leader's trust and became his personal adjutant. Bad news: The leader is... A little too handsome. More bad news: He seems... Quite attractive. The worst news: I seem... To have a heart attack. Help! The first page of the undercover manual: It is forbidden to have feelings for the mission target. I looked at the man who was dealing with a mountain of documents while using a communicator to teach the children on the border planet how to read, and silently tore up the manual. Who can withstand this! Alliance executive: Nightingale, it's time to close the net and launch the final plan to destroy him. Me: ... Looking at the trust and starlight in his eyes, I had doubts about the word "loyalty" for the first time. It wasn't until I accidentally intercepted an encrypted message from within the alliance that I discovered that this so-called "just war" was a dirty scam from beginning to end. And he and I are just pawns on the chessboard that can be sacrificed at any time. At that moment, I realized. Screw your professional ethics! Complete loyalty be damned! I quit! I decided to rebel against my mission goals. Me: Leader, do you want to know why you are always targeted by the alliance? Want to know why your supply lines keep getting cut off?
