But when they reached the point where arrows should've flown, nothing happened. Surprised, the soldiers looked around in confusion, now standing close enough that a thrown spear could reach them.
Meanwhile, within the castle walls, the commanders were even more shocked.
"Why aren't they firing?" The knight who had previously confronted Sylas shouted at the veteran soldier beside him.
The veteran stammered, "They…they're refusing to shoot."
"Give the order again!"
"I've told them multiple times, but they won't obey."
"Are they all insane?" The knight stormed over to the archers and yelled at them directly. "Shoot! What are you all waiting for? We have arrows!"
But the archers, sweating nervously, didn't move. The reason was simple.
"Are we really supposed to shoot?"
"If we do, that lord will kill us later," one murmured.
"He said he'd cut our taxes if he became lord," another whispered.
