"Kill us or torture us. Do whatever you want!"
Seeing how defiant they were, Yan Huan nodded. "Sure. Goodbye, then. I don't want to see you again anyway."
Phainon hurried forward to stop him.
"Wait, brother! You can't do that!"
"Why not?" Yan Huan looked at Phainon, puzzled. "Are you still going to let them go after all this?"
"They only threw some filth around. There's no need to punish them that severely!"
"This is about more than throwing filth around," Yan Huan stressed. "Didn't you hear? They've been doing it for days. They're deliberately causing trouble!"
"Look, he even admitted this was an operation against the Chrysos Heirs. With an enemy at our gates, killing people like them is the safest option!"
"But they're part of Okhema too." Phainon had mixed feelings.
"We bear some responsibility for what they've become."
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"Are you possessed?"
"Even if what he said is true, how many years has it been since the Golden War?"
Yan Huan stared at him in disbelief.
"Aglaea's over a thousand years old. Have the Chrysos Heirs not been protecting Amphoreus all this time?"
"I think there's something wrong with their heads. At a time like this, they're still hung up on some rotten ancestral command. Maybe Kenis brainwashed them."
"Well..." Phainon fell silent.
To him, these people were still citizens of Okhema.
To Yan Huan, they were traitors through and through.
By now, everyone in Okhema had seen what Black Tide monsters looked like. With an enemy at their gates, no one in their right mind would stir up trouble.
Anyone still committing sabotage at a time like this was beyond saving.
Rather than let them keep causing trouble, he might as well send them to have tea with Castorice.
In the end, Yan Huan threw the