Zote ordered the Sergeants to eliminate all civilian resistance within the city.
Marcus was late.
The rest of the city had been suppressed, and Zote had also arrived here.
"Sir."
Marcus, repelled by a force field, retreated over ten meters and did not engage further, his breath uneven.
"It's rare to find someone you can't kill."
Zote did not blame Marcus.
He was now assigned to rescue operations across various locations. The situation was increasingly grim, with rebellions cropping up everywhere, backed by Lords from different regions.
Violence was gradually proving ineffective, leading to more backlash. He suggested Ogne seize power, but Ogne was still in contemplation.
The powerful aura of that man was too terrifying; not only the numerous craftsmen in the smithy felt it, but even Henrik's spine sweated.
"There are many blades here."
Zote, empty-handed, casually surveyed the surroundings.
"Sir, I am loyal to the King and wish to serve the Royal Court."
