"The power of rumors is equivalent to that of a fleet."
Scorpion spread his hands and commented, his lips curling up slightly.
"The Ostorian people, frightened and with ulterior motives, reached a consensus. They contacted the frontline troops, asking Viscount Bellegarde to lead a strike team to gather deserters who survived by robbing passing trains, to attack the special train for the comfort delegation. They took the noble young ladies and Her Highness the Saintess on the train as hostages, and made demands to Charlemagne. The contents were—"
"Release the Ostorian political prisoners, end the military governance over Austria, and seek a certain degree of autonomy."
Massaging his forehead, Roland blurted out the answer in one breath.
"Have you already seen that part?"
"No, it's speculation."
