"Legion Commander, you... what do you mean?"
Even Julia, who was in a state of anger, was shaken to her core by this sudden order.
She felt the determined resolve of burning bridges in the Legion Commander's words, along with the judgment it represented.
The Legion Commander believed—if she went alone, the result would be no different from Gall going to his death in vain.
There would be no other possibilities, no luck involved.
Death, or corruption.
For the Legion Commander, the outcome awaiting Julia in that desecrated territory was already determined.
There was no other result.
Only by bringing along all other members of the Heroic Spirit Legion could she have the strength for a battle.
No, not even victory—merely... the strength to fight.
At this moment, more than being angry at not being trusted by the Legion Commander, another thought arose in Julia's heart.
Could the gap between us and the enemy really be this vast?
