"It's you!"
Cervantes lunged at Princess, but a nearby soldier struck his leg forcefully with a rifle butt. The crisp sound of bone breaking reverberated, and the excruciating pain forced him to kneel, letting out a agonizing cry.
Wave after wave of pain blurred Cervantes' consciousness. All his combat deployments were issued without the full knowledge of other high-ranking members of the Revolutionary Army. By logic, no one besides him should know the entire details of the plan, except the blonde girl.
He knew better than anyone that dissent towards him within the Revolutionary Army was growing by the day. The N3 Faction only held certain leadership but not absolute authority, as people were searching for the Savior.
