How was it possible that a mere Princess would have such an aura that was even more terrifying than their boss?
It had to be said that the captain of the rebels in the capital was not a man who could be provoked. His subordinates were not even sure that the man was entirely a mortal.
His face alone seemed to strike fear into the hearts of those who followed him, and even if he didn't say anyone, one could already imagine that a single word from him was enough to induce nightmares.
The First Princess did not know any of this. She had never met the captain of the rebels, and did not know what he was capable of, so she wasn't afraid of him.
What was there to be afraid of? Spirits? They couldn't do anything to her!
Even if she was walking to her death, she still held her head high. The further they walked into this encampment of ruins, the more rebels came out to take a look at what was happening.
