"You did well," Vyaghra said, suddenly emerging in front of me. "Following orders is important, but if the orders conflict with one's ethics, are they even worth obeying?"
I raised my eyes, looked at him, and murmured, "You mean..."
"I wanted to see whether you are ready to stand up against evil. If you hadn't taken action today, I would have killed them myself."
"So you won't take me back to the inn?"
He tapped my shoulder and declared with a proud smile, "Congratulations on becoming a true warrior!"
He moved towards the captured people, who were looking at me with both fear and gratitude, and announced, pointing at the dead kidnappers, "These scums had some inner conflict, broke into a fight, and killed themselves." His gaze sharpened, and a mystic black vapor surrounded him as he demanded, "Do you understand!?"
A wave of dread washed over the slaves; their bodies trembled, and their lips shivered as they spoke in unison, "W-we understand."
