Kill Them

"My lord, Felicia and Frank's men are in position, and Poe's troops are standing by!"

From the distance, a mounted rider who appeared to be a messenger approached them, hooves pounding, and loudly reported to Roman:

"They're waiting for your orders!"

Wing of Legend did not turn around. He continued staring at the grim-faced Tales, the delicate earring in his left ear forming a stark contrast with the ugly skull on his left shoulder:

"Tell them to keep waiting."

Faced with the strange order, the messenger hesitated for a moment, but ultimately accepted it and left.

The three of them continued standing face-to-face.

"Then everything is clear."

Tales watched the departing rider and said solemnly to Roman:

"You can't act personally, you can't let your subordinates grow suspicious, you can't let the camp discover the truth, and you can't let those crafty nobles become wary. So you bribed Blood Whistle—perhaps you've been Old Friends for some time. After all, they're Mercenaries of war, and they've cooperated with the authorities before."

Wing of Legend remained silent.

Ricky merely shook his head helplessly and gave Roman a comical expression that seemed to say, "See? I told you."

Tales stared intently at Wing of Legend:

"You had them create chaos and conflict in Bladefang Camp, which no longer belonged to you. For example, releasing the prisoners from White Prison, disrupting the lords' logistics and garrisons, or something else entirely."

Tales looked toward the members of the guard in the distance:

"And their payment was to give these Mercenaries, who had nowhere left to turn after being thwarted at Terminus Tower, a chance to infiltrate Bone Prison and take away a serious criminal who had been imprisoned there for years."

Tales finished speaking and waited for a response from the other side.

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