Musket Corps captain Katel quickly gathered his men in the clearing beside Westpoint Tower.
Having Lilia help look after Princess Calia had, of course, been Rhode's thoughtful arrangement.
After all, if there was a demon here, it would be inappropriate to bring noncombatants over. With Lilia at the princess's side, she could keep her safe.
Rhode now stood at the head of the Musket Corps, with Katel beside him, while Arthas slowly walked among the ranks, carrying his Warhammer.
"How could there be a demon among our men?" Katel whispered to Rhode. "I know every one of them. Most of them came with us from Durnholde Keep."
Rhode explained, "You don't understand. Demons can possess our people or take their forms... so anyone could be a demon. And paladins specialize in finding and countering demons."
"Oh..." Katel nodded, his grip on his musket visibly tightening. His gaze followed Arthas as he walked.
Then Arthas stopped.
He shouted at one of the musket users in the ranks, "It's you! Demon!"
"Huh? No, it's not me. It's not me, my lord!" the musket user cried frantically. "I've been wounded for the organization! I've shed blood for it! How could it be me?"
Rhode looked over. Huh? Karaba?
He was the fellow who had been sent to investigate the Alterac Ruins, only to take two throwing knives and fall down the mountain.
If Rhode hadn't happened to drive past in his race car at the time, the fellow might have died.
How could it be him?
But... it really could be him.
Otherwise, how could an ordinary musket user like him have escaped with only a few injuries after being discovered by the Syndicate, which was teeming with experts?
And considering how their subsequent operations might all have been leaked... could it really