Akame stood in the dim prison cell, her gaze firm and profound beneath the flickering candlelight.
Chang Wei's words were like a violent gale, blowing away the mist in her heart and making her reassess the beliefs and actions she had always upheld.
Chang Wei's voice echoed through the empty cell, every word striking Akame's heart like a heavy hammer. "No ideology, empty slogans, powerless action—are you still going to remain in a Revolutionary Army like that?"
His words were filled with contempt and disdain for the Revolutionary Army's current state, yet they also carried a trace of expectation for Akame.
Akame's eyebrows drew tightly together as she recalled her days in the Revolutionary Army.
All those days and nights of struggle, all the efforts she had made for her ideals, seemed to blur at this moment.
She suddenly realized that there might truly have been problems with the beliefs and actions she had always upheld.
She began to wonder: if the Revolutionary Army lacked proper ideological theory to guide it, how far could their actions really go?
Could their revolution truly achieve victory?
Just then, Chang Wei walked over to Akame and unlocked the shackles on her body.
Yet even after the shackles were removed, Akame did not leave at once.
She stood there silently, her heart filled with gratitude and respect. She was grateful for Chang Wei's appearance, grateful that his words had made her begin to reexamine herself and seek a path that truly belonged to her.
Chang Wei looked at Akame and said with a smile, "I know what you're thinking right now. You probably want to take the knowledge you learned here back to the Revolutionary Army and share it with your comrades. But I welcome you doing so, because thought is a kind of