Chapter 866: What Kind of Divine Being Is This?
Although Esdeath was paying close attention to Artoria, what she felt even more was anticipation.
She had not sensed any danger.
This was confidence in her own strength.
But Artoria was the one who possessed absolute confidence.
"Follow me." She spoke bluntly, undisguised admiration in her eyes. "In the name of the King of Knights, I will bring you the war and glory you desire."
Esdeath froze, seemingly never expecting the girl before her to say something like that.
Have her follow her?
It was not only Esdeath who was stunned. The soldiers behind her and even the Revolutionary Army farther away all fell into a state of doubt.
"Is this person crazy?" Bratley could not help complaining to Chelsea beside him. "This is the hope you people believe in? She's practically a lunatic. Do you really not know who Esdeath is? As long as she's alive, the Empire can never know peace! And this person actually wants Esdeath to follow her?"
Perhaps even Bratley himself had not noticed that a trace of fear had already appeared on his face.
That fear came from his understanding of Nezha.
No one understood better than them that Nezha was the most capable person in the Revolutionary Army.
If—just hypothetically—
what if this girl who called herself a king and was trusted by Nezha actually succeeded? If that were true, she would have the members of Night Raid, who had most likely already betrayed them, Esdeath, the god of slaughter, and a battle-hardened army!
No, impossible.
Bratley kept comforting himself. How could that be possible? A woman like Esdeath could never submit.
In fact, Esdeath had no intention of submitting at all.
But that did not stop her from admiring Artoria.
"Not bad courage,