One of Us

Inside Maputo city.

"It was you who sold us out. Why?" Davis nearly ground out the words through clenched teeth.

Traitors were the most detestable, especially this Portuguese traitor. If they had truly been defeated head-on by East Africa, Davis would have accepted it. But being defeated because of a traitor's betrayal—and a Portuguese traitor at that—was simply unbearable. Even if it had been a traitor from his own country, he would have felt better about it.

The Portuguese "traitor" before him, named Owen, seemed somewhat embarrassed. Rather than answering Davis directly, he said, "At this point in the war, everyone knows the Allied forces are doomed. Naturally, smart people know how to choose."

"You—" Davis had not yet spoken.

Merke cut him off. "Now is not the time to pursue responsibility. The fact is that Maputo has fallen into our hands. General Davis, it would be best for you to cooperate. After all, you are all pillars of your respective countries and will still have to return home to serve them in the future. As for Mr. Owen abandoning darkness and turning toward the light, that also proves that the war you launched was not just."

"Ah, the victor becomes king and the loser a bandit! Anything said now is useless." Davis had already accepted his fate.

Yet seeing Owen standing calmly to one side, he said with great displeasure, "You had better dispose of this ungrateful wolf. A man who can betray his country can betray his master again. I imagine such people are unwelcome anywhere."

Owen bore no burden from Davis's words. Instead, he looked at him as though he were a clown, though he concealed it well; only an almost imperceptible glint flashed through his eyes.

After a "cordial" exchange with Davis, Merke and the