CH227 Receiving Intel
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The civilians fell silent, unsure how to respond.
Then, a hesitant voice broke the quiet.
"One of the soldiers just called him Young Lord... is he the heir of the Fury family? Of Earl Drake Fury?"
"With his strength, it would make sense if he is," another muttered.
"If the heir of the Fury family is here personally, while our own fief lord and his kin cower into hiding... then it's clear who deserves our blame."
"Yes... this isn't the General's fault. Nor the Fury Army's. The monsters and those false nobles are the guilty ones. And yet, he bows before us commoners..."
The murmurs spread like wildfire.
The father who had lost his son clenched his fist so tightly that his nails pierced his own flesh. Blood welled from his palm.
The man beside him, who had lost his wife, stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It will be alright," he said gently. "I lost my wife... my brother, my niece, and nephews that day. I know your pain."
