The insignificant little villages were one thing; as long as the killings were thorough, no one would know where they were. But it was a different story in the Royal Capital on Glass Island.
Even the most ruthless General of Star Antimony wouldn't dare to strike at civilians lightly—the war reporters from the Iris Flower flocked like flies to feces and had even arrived ahead of Star Antimony's vanguard forces.
Little Fernando did not even want to think about what kind of outrageous stories they would spin if they captured any photographs. And to lay hands on the reporters would only make matters worse.
