Decision

"Kheukk!"

Although he hated to admit it, the thunderous sound of their weapon sent a shiver down his spine.

The bullet shot flew past them and buried itself into a tree. Had the bullet been directed toward him... He doesn't even want to imagine it.

The Cerdeauxian officer gripped his sword hilt tighter with what little strength he had left.

He glared at Wilmot with pure hatred. Unfortunately, his face grew paler by the second, reducing the ferocity of his stare.

"What did you say again? You're going to take action?" Wilmot mocks them.

The officer gnashed his teeth, "Do you think we'll sit still and do nothing? We'll fight until we win or die."

For a brief moment, Wilmot's respect for them skyrocketed. "Excellent! That's how a soldier should be! But we are not here to wage war."

"Then, what do you want?"