"Let's see," Olivia began with an unnerving calm, "which is more, your hostages or your flesh? If you don't command your men to comply within fifteen minutes, I'll start chopping off your limbs, bit by bit. Maybe starting with... your little brother down there?"
Baron Dawson frowned and fell silent upon hearing this.
He could tell from the carelessness in the other party's tone that it wasn't a bluff; these two strangers, who sprang out of nowhere, apparently didn't care much about the threat to the lives of the other villagers.
His attempt to stall for time having failed, he glanced towards the golden-haired girl.
Although her eyes flashed with shock and anger at his threats, she said nothing to interfere with the other's statement.
Bad news... Baron Dawson realized these two, posing as mercenaries, had come with the girl. It was likely that the old blacksmith held hostage in the village hall was no longer under his control.
