"..."

"..."

"..."

"Are you satisfied now?"

Orpheus asked this question to the commoners who seemed confused and had quieted down. As the speaker, the violence she wielded was clearly more terrifying than that of any noble.

No, nor is it necessary to be the Speaker. Any nobleman would be confident enough to kill tens of thousands of non-professionals on his own, yet they made the same choice as Orpheus.

Satisfied? Satisfied?

However, no... because gold coins are just gold coins now.

Everyone was at a loss.

"I'm sorry, Lady Orpheus."

Regardless of the rebel leaders who said so.

"..."

The knights remained silent, staring at the blade in their hands.

"..."

"..."

Only silence, only silence.

"Anyway, let's all go home..."

As Orpheus said this, she gently shook her head and said, "No, let's clean up the blood on the ground together first, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well tonight... Can you trust me?"

Trust is a fascinating topic. In a world where there seems to be little hope, where life and death are meaningless, and where equivalence has lost its meaning, are people more likely to be gullible or more likely to be distrustful?

The answer is obvious...

"Or perhaps I believe in Yinla? I don't care."

"..."

"Me too, it doesn't matter."

"Me too."

"Whatever~"

"Alright, let's go home, Lady Yinla... What did I say before?"

"Dig up the body and burn it?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

"..."

The answer is—it doesn't really matter.