As they ate, large drops of tears fell: "It's been several days."
"Several days?" Remon asked curiously.
"We've been out of food for several days now, every day we have to carry out more than a hundred dead from the stronghold." Alan said, crying, "Your attack is too fierce, destroying one place after another. We usually act scattered, there's not that much stored grain!"
"...Sorry, but it's the Duke's orders." Remon was somewhat apologetic, an Old Guard feeling ashamed for the first time: "We must quell the rebellion quickly."
"Duke? Duke!" Alan gritted his teeth, forcefully suppressing his anger: "All you know is the Duke, do you know how the Duke of Leonais treats us?!"
