Chelsea did not dare say anything more, but Artoria had no intention of being polite.
"Whether I was exaggerating or not, you can see for yourself." She stared at Chelsea. "But what about what you just said? Was it an act, or did you truly mean it? Do you really believe that only the Revolutionary Army can save this country?"
Artoria had recognized at first glance that this so-called Revolutionary Army general was an impostor.
The reason she had remained calm and not exposed her right away was quite simple.
The Chelsea before her was also a Reserve Member.
Although they had only just met, Artoria had already gained a rough understanding of the girl's personality from their conversation. It was not difficult to see that beneath the identity of a first-rate assassin was a passionate heart.
Her trust in her comrades and love for her homeland were already reflected in her eyes, making her very similar to the members of Night Raid.
She would make a fine companion.
Artoria's heart stirred once again.
"Isn't it normal to have that thought?" Chelsea looked at Artoria with a strange expression. "We're assassins. All we can do is kill people. That may be important right now, but after the Empire is overthrown and the country rebuilt, we won't have much use anymore, will we?"
This was something all assassins understood.
They only knew how to kill.
They could not farm, knew nothing about production, and knew even less about governing a country. In fact, they had already mentally prepared themselves to be hunted by the Revolutionary Army after overthrowing the Empire.
Artoria, however, shook her head.
"Power is useful at any time. It depends only on the person wielding it," she said calmly. "During a period of study in the past, I