She seemed to adapt quickly; after a walk on the battlefield, her entire demeanor changed somewhat. If not for her lips still slightly pale, one might not guess she had just been vomiting.
"If I hadn't sent scouts and found out early, if we didn't have elite soldiers, they'd have been pillaging in Hamlet by now; why can't they capture them?"
Margaret frowned upon hearing this, lost in thought for a moment before speaking.
"I mean, those nobility are certainly vile, but most of the people in those caravans are innocent, right..."
Lance understood her point. After all, the massacre of the village was done by Michelle and the Personal Guard. The caravan people and the city defense force were just being used as labor along the way, did nothing, and were slaughtered by the Barbarian Plunderers.
And now they were taken away like pigs. In Margaret's view, they hadn't done anything, making Lance's actions seem unreasonable.
