Within the last floor below deck, several streaming dragias held knives against the necks of some slaves calmly.
Earlier on, they had noticed that these Baymardians didn't seem to have any interest in killing the slaves, so they wanted to use these bastards as bargaining chips for their lives.
Provided they could leave, they didn't care who died.
The hostages were so frightened and shaken that they started shouting and begging frantically.
"Don't kill me!"
"Don't kill me!"
"Help! Help!"
"I...I don't want to die. Save me!"
Their shrivelled screams of fear made Joshi shake even more.
This was the first time he felt the real weight of someone's life in his hands.
If... If he made a mistake, wouldn't they die?
