The advisor stood before the king, his expression troubled, his voice low but insistent.
"Your Majesty, there's a village near that forest, yet no one from the village has been harmed. I suspect that whoever's behind these murders might be from that village."
The king yawned, clearly uninterested in the details. His hand lazily waved as he spoke.
"Then burn the village down."
The advisor, shocked, stumbled over his words, his face turning pale.
"But... Your Majesty!"
The king's eyes narrowed, his tone turning cold.
"That village is of no use to us anyway. By sunset, it should be wiped out."
The advisor hesitated for a moment, but he knew better than to argue. With a deep bow, he replied,
"Yes, Your Majesty... It will be done."
As the advisor hurried away to carry out the king's orders, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that this course of action would bring more suffering than they anticipated. But his duty was to the crown, and the king's command was absolute.