Lance began giving orders, and the fat man immediately sensed something was wrong upon hearing them.
Although there wasn't anything too valuable in the convoy, mostly logistics supplies, but...
That's my convoy! My supplies!
Why? Why are you doing this?
"If anyone disagrees..." Lance suddenly turned to look at the fat man and slowly said, "I don't like bloody scenes, don't make me~"
The fat man's conflicted expression froze instantly; having seen someone get their head smashed for saying something earlier, he wondered what Lance's words could mean for him now?
The thought of struggling was extinguished, but such humiliation was intolerable; he could only console himself inwardly.
When I return to Bastia with the army and crush this dump, I'll make sure to humiliate you thoroughly.
But for now... the mission is more important.
He was enduring this for the Count's mission, truly a tale of bearing great humiliation for the sake of a worthy cause.
