When Paul Greiman led the main forces of the Northwest Legion to Wind's Breath Keep, the orc uprising had already been quelled.
Those who had not been killed on the spot were all imprisoned, while even the orcs who had not participated in the uprising were ordered to remain indoors.
Inside Wind's Breath Keep's Council Hall, Paul Greiman's fingers tapped unconsciously against the long table. The smell of smoke and blood drifting in through the windows had yet to fade, and Harrison's report had just made him frown.
"As for the orcs at the banquet, Major Derrick took the most prudent course of action, considering the simultaneous outbreak of unrest throughout the city. He executed them all."
Paul's fingertips abruptly stopped at the words "executed them all." His gaze swept over the two men before him—General Harrison gave a slight nod, while Duke Bradley's face was as impassive as still water.
"They weren't screened individually?" Paul's voice was soft, yet it caused the temperature in the hall to plummet. Everyone heard the oddness in the earl's tone. It could not exactly be called anger or displeasure, but it was certainly a form of negative shock.
"Lord Greiman!" Schroeder suddenly spoke up from the side. The Chief of Staff's knuckles rapped against the map of the city's defenses on the table. "I believe that, given how urgent the situation was at the time, Major Derrick's actions were extremely wise."
Duke Bradley pushed a stack of interrogation records in front of Paul. The edges of the pages were still stained with dried blood.
"The mastermind behind the uprising was named Kagak. He was the leader of the Bloodclaw Tribe, and all of his surviving accomplices confessed." The old knight's voice was hoarse and calm. "They had already planned to make their move