Chapter 63: A Bed Called Edmund
Honestly, yes.
Killing people until his clothes were soaked in blood was cruel and barbaric.
But Primrose wasn’t so naive as to believe he had done something wrong. In a world where only the strong survive, she knew that sometimes, things like this were inevitable.
She couldn’t expect Edmund to rule with kindness. After all, only a fool would try to show mercy to beasts who create chaos everywhere and proudly display severed heads on spikes.
"You can tell me everything, husband." Primrose looked up at him, her eyes soft as she held his hands tightly. "I won’t be afraid of anything you’ve done. I trust your judgment."
Hearing her words, Edmund’s tense shoulders loosened slightly.
"They attacked us first," he confessed quietly. "I went there to give them one last chance. I wanted to avoid bloodshed, if possible."
His brows furrowed. "But they didn’t even give me time to speak. Before I could finish my words, they started throwing spears at my soldiers. Some of them didn’t make it back."
Primrose’s eyes widened, but she said nothing, letting him continue.
"At that moment," Edmund said, swallowing down his emotions, "I knew they couldn’t be reasoned with. I couldn’t risk letting them walk away and bring more chaos to the other tribes. I ... I had to eliminate them."
Edmund quickly looked away, too scared to face whatever answer his wife might give.