"You think what you did was funny girl?" commander Berix snapped as he noticed the satisfied smirk on Cassandra's lips.
Cassandra froze and pulled her lips into a taut line as she slowly shook her head.
"Tch," the commander clicked his tongue with a derisive sneer, "I should put you on the front lines for that, you should consider yourself fortunate that her majesty requires powerful eldrin holders," he scowled.
He had a hard enough time ensuring his men who came back from the battlefield were treated, but thanks to this flaming witch he had to focus medical supplies in the main encampment where there should have been no need for such things.
Cassandra bit her lip and looked down.
That was why she was alive, they saw her as a weapon of sorts and wanted to turn her into an obedient slave for this war.
Cassandra had no idea what the reason for the war was, but that didn't matter, they wanted to turn her into a weapon so why would she stop them?
