The woman stood tall, her expression unreadable, as she adjusted the simple blouse draped over her shoulders. The long, wide sleeves swayed slightly as she moved. A tubular garment was wrapped tightly around her waist, cinching her figure. She hesitated for a brief moment, as if carefully choosing her next words, then lifted her chin defiantly.
"The fact that our town hall was burned while Northem soldiers were present is undeniable," she declared, her voice ringing across the two groups in a standoff. Her sharp gaze, burning with contempt, swept over the soldiers standing in the front row. "Since they were inside the building, then why didn't they do anything to put out the fire?"
General Odin was speechless.
The jaws of the five hundred soldiers who were at the town hall when it was burnt dropped. Did she mean she wanted them to put out the fire while arrows were raining down?