Indeed, it didn't take long before the enemy's arrows had driven Jack back.
"Those bastards kept yammering on, not believing our identities, insisting that we hand over our possessions. I don't even know what we're carrying. A bunch of barbarians, with not a shred of artistry."
Ocoro sneered, "Hand over our possessions? The same old tricks, deliberately refusing to recognize our status, huh."
Unfortunately, from this moment on, the fate of these people was sealed.
They might not have felt anything amiss, but would the Empire believe such childish explanations?
It's likely that the people behind them had already written them off as pawns. It was just unclear what advantage they hoped to gain by dealing with us. I can't figure it out; I don't seem to have offended anyone.
"Look, they're starting their attack," Hans suddenly said loudly.
The people around us had already started to gather in our direction, clearly intending to launch an attack.
