"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't try to do at least this much."
Camila lowered the strange device back to her waist before looking over at her men.
Trayan and a selection of Sanga elites were the only ones who accompanied her on this suicidal mission.
A mission to stop the rebels with just words alone… all for the sake of saving them from oblivion.
"My princess, we are about to…" Trayan announced, his voice fading away before he could even finish his sentence.
'This mission weighs on him quite a lot, doesn't it?' Camila thought, glancing over at the man before pulling the reins of her horse and slowing down to a steady trod.
Trayan didn't need to explain any further.
They have now neared the front of the noble column.
'We didn't hide our approach, so the chances are, they have someone at the front to talk with,' Camila thought for a second, only for her face to quickly darken and her expression turn sour.
