Thud!
“You look anxious. Is this the one you were searching for?”
Smiling, the High Priest tossed a blood-soaked someone onto the floor. Kneeling, Sa Sejong thought,
‘So the revolutionaries didn’t betray us.’
He’d been pounded into such a bloody pulp he was hard to recognize, but the unconscious man was Tribune Saruk.
“I didn’t kill him, so rest easy. The principle is that traitors are executed in front of all citizens of the Republic.”
Unlike Saruk, who was drenched in blood, the High Priest’s fingertips were clean; perhaps feeling he had seized the upper hand, he looked at ease. Hands clasped behind his back, he wore a gentle smile.
“This is why you should never have ceded seats to the baseborn in the first place, tsk tsk. I knew the tribune was lining his own pockets, but the revolutionaries? Heh.”
“We’ll capture the traitor Charan shortly. We’ve sent the Central Army to the revolutionaries’ stronghold.”
“I’ll be sure not to forget your merit.”
“Not at all! Punishing overreaching traitors is only natural as a citizen of the Republic!”
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…You’re laughing?
The High Priest’s brow twitched.
When they turned, Sa Sejong—who…