"Now, now... don't try to run." Javier's voice rang out, cold and casual as he swept his gaze over the trapped bandits. "Like I said, surrender and die, or fight and die. You all knew what you signed up for, right? You became bandits. You murdered. You looted. That means you understood the risk, when you do evil, you invite it back."
The bandit leader's eyes went wide, panic seeping into his features.
Shit! I thought Armand never sent troops outside their own borders. That was always their rule…
He glanced nervously at the young man in front of him, recognizing the calm confidence and power radiating from his stance.
No… This can't be right. The nobles swore Armand would never mobilize their army or interfere in other regions' affairs. But now… they're here. They're actually here. Every piece of intelligence we received, completely worthless.
The bandit leader wavered, glancing around with a desperate urge to escape, ready to turn and run.
