Normally, when you apprehended criminals, you interrogated them. You put them in jail. You used them for information, for bargaining chips, for the slow, tedious process of justice.
But the oldest sister had already given them the complete list. Every name, every location, every single person involved.
There was nothing left to interrogate. No information to extract. No bargaining to be done.
And jail? Jail was for people who could be rehabilitated. People who had made mistakes and could learn from them.
But cult members like these—people who had dedicated their lives to a dead tyrant, who had bombed cities and killed innocents—they could not be changed.
They would pretend, yes. They would beg, they would cry, they would promise to be good.
But the moment they were released, they would return to their old ways.
They would rebuild. They would strike again.
So, there was only one option left.
Mass execution.
She knew all of this. Logically, she understood.
