Holy Fool

Bai Ye had originally wanted to ask where the suspected masterminds behind the Chernobog incident were now, but to his surprise, Vite told him that they were all dead.

"Mr. Bai Ye, I know you may not believe this, but... when His Majesty's Inner Guards were about to punish those criminals by kicking down their doors and hanging them in their own homes, they discovered that those traitors had already committed suicide out of fear of punishment."

Vite's expression was somewhat strange. When he had first read that part of the report, he too had found it utterly unbelievable.

Vite continued,

"We suspect there may be more to this. For instance, perhaps those people were merely pushed onto the stage to take the blame, while the ones who truly planned everything remained hidden behind the scenes."

"Duke Baikal, deputy commander of the Third Army Group and Governor of Rosin, as well as Viscount Kerk, may very well have been put forward merely to deceive us."

"So even now, we cannot truly determine who the mastermind behind this was."

Bai Ye nodded at that.

"This empire is truly worrying..." Vite watched the flames dancing in the fireplace and let out a long sigh.

"I came all the way from the Northwest Icefield and saw many mines. The Infected worked in them day and night. To them, death might be more like a release."

"The Infected are treated as sawdust on the tundra, as slag in the mines, as warnings in settlements, and as some kind of fuel in the cities."

"The resources needed by mobile cities all come from them, yet they seem more like tools than living people."

Bai Ye picked up his tea. It had been sitting on the table for a while and had already gone cold.

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