CH166 The Weight of Mercy
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Alex knew what he was doing didn't make sense.
He understood there was no hope for the women.
And yet... he still wanted to hope.
Because the alternative was too cruel—both for them and for him.
Any female unfortunate enough to be captured by a goblin tribe was brutalised so horrifically that nine out of ten never recovered.
They either took their own lives... or remained hollow shells until the end.
A short, painful end.
Goblins weren't exactly hygienic. Living among them meant infections, festering wounds, and untreated illness.
What remained for any female—human or otherwise—was misery.
"Lieutenant, your secondary weapon," Alex said, extending his hand.
Lieutenant Cross hesitated. "Young Lord, you don't have to do this. You should—"
"If you think I'm the kind of leader who has others dirty their hands on my behalf, just to keep mine clean, then you don't know me at all."
Alex's voice was steady and cold, yet resolute.
