"There is no negotiation with heretics. Kill them."
Carl spoke ruthlessly, and Jaren acted with surprising ease, despite being given the dishonorable order to kill a white-flag enemy.
Wedge! Puck!
Jaren's left hand moved like an electric current, and the rider who had been running from afar fell down helplessly, falling off his horse.
The lone horse circled around the corpse before returning to the rebel formation.
The Laurel Tree unit, who had been advancing silently, felt their hearts strengthened upon seeing the corpse of a man who had died instantly after being pierced in the chest by a dagger thrown by Jaren from a distance of at least 100 meters.
In fact, Jaren alone could kill all the rebels.
However, doing so would take a long time and could lower the morale of the soldiers, so they were sent into battle.
