Charles spoke slowly, "If anyone else wishes to express a dissenting opinion, feel free to bravely stand up."
"I was impulsive just now!"
"I promise it won't happen again."
The entire battlefield was silent as a graveyard.
Charles was known for his unpredictable temper and readiness to kill.
Who could actually trust him?
Charles let out a sigh of relief. Had there really been a brave soul to stand up against him, he didn't know what he would have done.
After all, he had indeed been in a foul mood when he killed the man.
Charles thought that having just been through a war might have caused him a bit of a "random killing syndrome," but now that his emotions had stabilized, he was sure he wouldn't kill indiscriminately again.
Since the defeated Knighthood didn't oppose him, Charles's reorganization proceeded exceptionally smoothly, creating nearly two hundred combat squads, each typically comprising fifty men.
