At once, Nalant led his subordinates toward the gates of Mitchell City.
By now, the fighting inside the city had basically died down. Very few defending soldiers were still resisting; after all, this was an order personally issued by their commander.
"Lord Nalant, I have fulfilled my mission!"
When Nalant entered the city, Arnold had already brought the defending commander and the priest to the foot of the city wall.
Upon seeing Nalant, Arnold immediately saluted, his gaze carrying a trace of nervousness as he looked at him.
All the defenders inside Mitchell City had now surrendered.
What came next would depend on exactly how Nalant treated the surrendered soldiers and the ordinary civilians in the city.
If Nalant went back on his word, they had no means to counter him at all.
Fortunately, Nalant was certainly not that kind of person.
Once he had spoken, it was a promise.
Seeing their worries, Nalant smiled faintly. "Very good, Arnold. And you too, Commander Cullen!"
"The soldiers and civilians in the city should all thank the two of you."
"I, Nalant, do what I say. Since you chose to surrender, I will not create any more slaughter."
"All the surrendered soldiers and civilians in this city—I will spare their lives."
"Thank you for your mercy, Lord Nalant!"
When Nalant finally made his promise, Arnold and Cullen both let out a great breath of relief. It seemed this Nalant truly did keep his word.
And Mike, who had only just surrendered, though his head was lowered, also closed his eyes in sudden relief when he heard that Nalant would not create any more slaughter in Mitchell City.
"Let's go. We'll talk in the city's manor first!"
Nalant waved his hand at once, not intending to linger on the street and risk affecting