"You're right, I won't deny it, but duty can't be eaten, nor can it be handed out as compensation to the families of fallen soldiers!"
"To tolerate evil means to pay a greater price to make amends in the future! If those rats are conducting a summoning chaos ritual, we will pay more compensation in the future!"
"Then let's talk about it when it happens!"
Though their wording was restrained, it was clear they were already arguing.
Edward sat at the head of the table, his fingers tapping the tabletop lightly, producing a dull sound.
He said nothing, but the deep wrinkles between his brows revealed his inner conflict.
Emotionally, he agreed with Erin and also hated the atrocities of those ratmen. However, rationally, he leaned more towards Sir Wesley.
The Campbell Duchy had just come out of two wars, and although the economy was recovering, it could not withstand a war of attrition with no benefits.
