After the allocated thirty minutes had passed, the Marshal standing on the stage had gestured for the soldiers to bring people. They were wearing ragged full black clothing which only assassin and death soldiers wore. When people look at those dazed and lifeless eyes, they instantly recognize what kind of people they are. Death Soldiers, men who are willing to sacrifice their own lives for their mission.
Nowadays, even the military has stopped gathering these kinds of people. After all, it is against human rights to make such beings. However, like there is light then there is darkness. If the military led by the marshal is open for the public to see, the noble clans aren't the same.
These are big clans who enjoy almost the same privilege the military possesses. But no one truly knows their face. That was until that day when the old marshal went to the Ancient Forest to save some human scientist who had gone beyond what humans are allowed to do.
