Colin stood in the crowd, staring at Queen Midela, who wore an expression of righteousness, with amazement in his heart.
He was confident that Queen Midela wasn't the type to sacrifice herself for justice, but how could she dare make such a public promise?
Unless…she had decided to kill everyone here!
Colin knew the true face of Queen Midela, of course, he would make such a guess, but the others were silenced by the Queen's righteous words.
But soon, nobles started to persuade her again:
"Your Highness, even if we plan to offer the Storm Fortress as a sacrifice, we should start by evacuating the army!"
"Yes, aren't the refugees enough as a sacrifice?"
...
Clearly, the nobles didn't care about the fate of the refugees. If they could trade the lives of these refugees for the life of the Orc King, they would probably rejoice secretly.
Moreover, someone had already taken on the moral risk.
Queen Midela hummed lightly, saying:
