Because this is war. War is originally something more miserable than this.
It is better to chew on your resentment and reflect on it, but not harbor hatred.
Looking at those clear eyes, Carl smiled with satisfaction and nodded slowly.
"Very well, Sahal Din Topal. It is only because you can say so that you are worthy."
Topal's eyes widened at Carl's incomprehensible words.
"If you are the one who fears the shedding of your people's blood, if you are the one who can bow down and suffer humiliation under Hardion's sword, if you are the one who willingly accepts even that stigma, then I can trust you with your fear and weakness and entrust you with this land."
"… … What is that…?"
"Do it, Sahal Din Topal. As the governor of the Hardion Empire's vassal territory and Hardion's loyal dog, this is what you must do."
Carl said calmly.
He told the plan to Topal, who still didn't know anything. Topal's face, once shining with determination, became distorted in pain.
