"General, disobeying the orders from above definitely won't do. So I suggest..."
A glint of cold light flashed through Kyle's eyes as he made a throat-slitting gesture.
Roland was somewhat tempted by the sight, but he ultimately shook his head and said, "There has been enough killing. This place will become imperial territory in the future, and these people will serve as a reserve source of soldiers for the Expeditionary Army."
Hearing his superior's words, Kyle said nothing more.
Although he knew that the Seventh Expeditionary Army was about to suffer defeat, even slaughtering half the inhabitants of this planar world now would not have mattered much.
But Roland did not know that, and he was rather stubborn. He would be difficult to persuade.
Besides, Kyle's mission was to ensure that his sister An survived safely.
As for everything else, it had nothing to do with him.
Seeing the silent Kyle, Roland waved a hand, signaling for him to go rest.
Kyle rose, bowed, and then left the hall.
After Kyle departed, a cool and aloof Swordswoman appeared within the hall. She walked to Roland's side and said softly, "Brother, there seems to be something wrong with Silier?"
Hearing his sister Shana's words, Roland came back to his senses and asked in confusion, "Something wrong?"
"Brother, Silier usually wore his Knight Sword on his right side, but today he unusually wore it on his left," the cool Swordswoman said. "Also, when he entered just now, didn't you notice that General Silier seemed somewhat distant toward you, and excessively respectful?"
After hearing this, Roland thought it over carefully and found that it was indeed true.
"Could Silier just be too tired lately?"
Hearing her brother's words, the cool Swordswoman revealed a trace of helplessness.
Her brother and Silier had been classmates.