Chapter 111: Peace

The castle was a smoking ruin.

The surviving demons were all lined up before the villagers. I saw them for the critters they were.

Starving ones.

But how could I show them mercy, I asked myself, even if they were just skin and bones when the villagers were jeering?

When they were demanding death, destruction, and blood on the grass?

"I demand a trial," I had no right to. These demons had ruined the lives of these people.

But I still demanded it. Because it was the right thing to do.

Should someone put me on trial, I would be grateful for that kindness.

It beat getting thrown in jail without having a say.

"What? You are going to listen to what they have to say?" Hugo yelled.

I wondered then if he was like Cassiopeia. If he was not who he seemed.

"No! Of course not!" I knew why they had attacked. For all that they were lust demons, there wasn't a single report of rape during my entire stay by the refugees.