From the Resistance Army, only the bald Katela and the person pushing the wheelchair went along. Of course, there were certainly Resistance Army personnel in Mostar City as well.
"How did you lose the use of your legs?"
As they walked through the small city, Edward asked casually.
"I was hit in the spine during an earlier battle against the Loen Military, which left me paralyzed."
"Why did you join the Resistance Army?"
"To take revenge on the Loenese."
Edward shook his head. "No, I'm asking why you joined the Resistance Army in the first place."
Karat froze, then recalled in a daze, "...I think it was so I could get enough to eat."
"What about the others?"
"Most of the younger ones joined to get enough to eat. The older ones generally have some grudge against the Loenese, or they've had enough of their oppression and abuse."
"If one day the Loenese are driven out, or they stay but you successfully establish a nation capable of standing against the Loen Branch Court, how do you intend to govern the country then?"
Karat murmured, "I'd probably be long dead by then."
"..."
The corner of Edward's eye twitched. "I'm talking business here. Stop being so melodramatic."
"Uh, I haven't thought about it."
"Hurry up and master and absorb the knowledge the Sea God imparted to you. Everything you haven't thought about is in there."
"I understand!"
As they spoke, they arrived in front of a small two-story house. One of Karat's subordinates went up and knocked. A moment later, the door opened, revealing a man in his thirties with a brown beard covering his thin, narrow face and an eerie blue tattoo on his neck.
The moment he saw Karat, he gave a gloomy smile. "Welcome, Your Excellency Karat."
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