"So, Mayor, building a wall is not just to block the wolf riders, it's to give the young rabbits a safe place to grow up; establishing night schools is not just for teaching archery, it's to let them know they're not just bait — to the Night Watchers, every life can ignite a prairie fire."
His voice was soft, gently narrating, each word resonating in the ears.
Wendell suddenly straightened his hunched back.
The instincts of a former warrior allowed him to smell the scent of a storm — this wasn't charity, this was handing over a sword.
The Night Watchers were going to cut the chains binding the neck of the Beastman Empire.
And the Night Watchers had long proven with their actions that they cared about those ordinary muddy peasants, they cared about every living life.
"Tell me, what exactly do you want us to do?"
The mayor finally made up his mind and asked in a deep voice.
The Captain smiled.
