Najenda left the main camp in a foul mood. After an hour of discussion over the fate of the fifty thousand prisoners, they were ultimately all handed over to Esdeath.
Calling it a discussion was a stretch; there had not been much actual discussion at all... Esdeath supported killing them all, since that would save them from having to drag so much dead weight along the road. Najenda had wanted to stop it, but considering it was the Empire's order, she did not know how to speak up.
As for Durandal herself, she had not made up her mind yet.
She could cut down countless opponents on the battlefield, but she still hesitated when it came to killing prisoners who could not resist. However, she was temporarily an Imperial soldier, and a soldier's duty was to obey orders. Since the Empire had decided to execute these prisoners, there was no need for her to turn against the Empire early over these foreign prisoners.
That would disrupt her plans, so in the end, she left them all to Esdeath.
Najenda was obviously extremely unhappy with that decision. In truth, Najenda was no saint either. Having climbed to her current position, there was nothing lacking in either her methods or her character.
In the end, she had long been deeply dissatisfied with the Empire. This was merely the spark that had lit the fuse.
Najenda felt that she needed to reconsider the Revolutionary Army's offer carefully. She had to make up her mind as soon as possible!
Najenda walked to her private tent. As one of the generals, she naturally had a tent of her own for resting in this temporary camp.
But the moment she entered, she froze, then immediately became alert. She saw an unfamiliar young girl inside.
"Who