"What on earth happened? Has Lord Ges lost his mind... This is his domain after all."
Adela sneered and said coldly.
"But now his subjects are disobedient. Isn't it only rightful to teach them a lesson with sticks?"
Hephael swallowed his saliva.
"...What about us? What should we do..."
If he were asked to recruit conscripts from the fields, he wouldn't bat an eye and would certainly sort out those lazy good-for-nothings. But if he were asked to turn his guns on his neighbors, or drive them out of town, he just couldn't bring himself to do it, as they were his kinfolk after all.
Adela remained impassive and spoke softly.
"Do nothing."
Hephael widened his eyes at him, holding his breath, and glanced at the increasingly close army, eventually releasing his trembling fist.
What came wasn't demons, nor mountain bandits, but the local lord. There was no need to ring the bell.
And in fact, that was the right choice.
