Though the lord there might be a vampire, from what I observed of Lord Murphy, he would accept these poor, homeless souls."
"Poor souls?"
General Loren sneered.
"A pack of curs planning to revolt in my camp in three hours and then run off shamelessly without anywhere to go? Poor souls? Sure, my officers' negligence might have allowed them to take necessary supplies, weapons, and horses, but this does not mean we will forgive such traitors! Alas, the Exploration Corps has already been heavily damaged in previous wars. We simply don't have the strength to chase after them, so we can only leave it to the psychics to hunt down these bastards."
"General!"
Only then did Major Fraser realize what his general was planning to do.
This was completely beyond his expectations. He thought things wouldn't get this blown out of proportion, so he asked, surprised:
